#mairon reader insert

"mm, darling — just like that," a groan resonates against your throat as nails curl further into your waist. mairon pants, heavy and ragged as he loses himself in the feel of your tight, heavenly heat.

lips flushed to your neck, he grazes teeth along your neck, teetering the line of a bite and faint nibble in an attempt to hold strong. but his control and resolve dwindles, held above his head and thinning at the suffocating warmth of your core, taking him in again and again without fail or falter.

he's delirious, dazed, unable to utter out a complete sentence as he relishes in your squeezing wetness which leaves him breathless once more. "darling, ah,"

his grip tightens, lungs flaring as you grind hips against his in feverish flushes, chasing release with bated breaths. "mairon, m-mairon, I'm. . . cummi-ng," he makes the mistake of cracking open an eye, immediately groaning at the sight of you: lust-drunk and breathless. "please, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 mairon. can I cum? can I cum for you?"

damnit! did you know what you were doing to him?

the maia can all but nod, head craning back as he bucks his hips up to meet yours. it's too much, he's holding on by a thread. your desperate pleas and adorable little cries coupled with the ever-clenching heat of your core — it's sending him straight to nirvana.

"darling," he gasps, cock twitching as if in warning. "fuck, ah -" amber hues loop back into his head, fingers trembling around your waist. "up, up — ah, shit shit darling y-you need to —"

thick ropes of cum spill before he can stop himself, eyes flutter and gape as he attempts to get you off of him despite his quaking rasps and the fervent sensation numbing his mind. " 𝙛-𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 ! need you t -"

a loud, indecent groan fills the room as you bring your hips down onto him one final time, swallowing the entirety of his cock and allowing his seed to fill you to the brim, all whilst capturing his lips into a feverish exchange. he pants into your mouth, brows knitted upwards as his tongue mingles with yours whilst your hands bury within auburn locks.

he can feel it all, the wonderful heat of your cunt encasing him completely, the spasms of your velvety walls as you cum around him so prettily and most of all: the way in which he stuffs you full with him.

"mm. . . damn minx," an airy chuckle rumbles from his throat after you part, a thin trail of saliva in your wake. mairon cups your cheek, brushing a thumb across your lower lip. "if you wanted me to fill you up you could have just asked."

The two of you rested under the privacy of a willow tree, the branches concealing the two of you as you leaned back against the trunk, long arms of the tree casting a curtain around the both of you. Mairon’s head rested in your lap, your hands gently combing through his hair, idly braiding and unbraiding those fiery locks. You leaned down to give him a lingering kiss, feeling how his hand came up so that his fingers could featherly dance against your jaw, caressing your skin. 

“When was the last time you allowed yourself to simply relax, my love?” You asked as your thumb caressed his cheek and his brows furrowed, knowing you would not like his answer. 

“Three days ago…” You sighed and brushed some hair behind his ear. 

“That isn’t good for you. I shouldn’t have to seek you out just for you to realise that it’s time to step away for a moment.” Your voice was soft but firm, knowing this was a difficult habit that your lover wished to break. You were ever reflective of your nature as a maia of Ulmo, assisting in bringing rain down upon the earth: harsh at times, yes, but nourishing. 

“I know…” He replied, “But I cannot rest until I’ve perfected a project, I cannot leave it flawed or it chases sleep from me.” 

“I know why you strive for perfection, my love,” You began, “but you have nothing to prove to anyone. You are the most gifted maia of Aulë, you are more than enough. I know that your perfectionism comes from fear of shame, you need not admit-” He sat up and you worried for a moment that you had crossed a line but this was something he needed to hear, “-it. You are allowed to make mistakes, they’re necessary steps to self-improvement which can never be achieved if you let yourself be chained down by this perfectionism.” 

“You sound like them…” His voice was quiet, his back to you now. You knew who he was referring to, the valar and maiar who criticised his, oftentimes obsessive, perfectionism. However, you knew that his reputation came with a pressure to succeed, to present his work as flawless. 

“No, my love, I don’t.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, “I understand your struggle and I admire your dedication, your attention to detail, these are strengths but not when you allow your fear of shame and failure to control them, to stunt them from being tools that you would use to thrive.” You shifted from where you were sitting to press your front to his side, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rested your chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to look at you, “Do not allow them, do not allow yourself, to corrupt your strengths.” He hung his head, hair hiding his face from you, “You are more than enough, my love, this is an unwavering truth that I will not allow you to deny.” He finally turned to face you and nodded his head slightly, swallowing hard. You could see a turmoil of emotions behind those amber eyes and you knew better than to press him any further when this was already difficult enough for him. 

“Thank you.” His voice came out in a whisper and he turned to return your embrace, pulling you into his lap as he held you close, burying his face in your hair as the two of you remained there, hidden beneath the willow tree in the garden. 

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You stood upon a hill with the mountains surrounding Angband in the distance, watching the small cloud of dust, which you knew to be a rider, coming closer and closer. After much debate between Ulmo and Manwë, you had been ordered to travel to Angband and bring Mairon back to the west, to steer him from this dark path that Melkor had turned him onto. Rain began to patter down onto the desolate land around you. You had been unable to convince him once before and you could only hope that perhaps things would be different this time, that the time and distance since that might be enough to change the outcome this time. 

He had tried to convince you as you had him and you had no doubt that he would try again now. Neither of you had won that day and you hoped that one of you, at least, would win today – perhaps it was selfish but you merely longed for an outcome that allowed you to be with your Mairon. You glanced down to the crafted flower in your fingertips. It had yet to wither, of course, and so his promise that his love still lived would have to stand, you hoped. 

The rain only grew heavier with the rider’s approach. You were grateful to see that he was alone: he didn’t see you as a threat, at least and you were glad for that. You had come here as a negotiator, not an executioner. 

The horse that he dismounted was large and dark, much like the armour that he wore but he was lacking a helmet, another good sign in how he saw you. His hair was a darker red than you remembered. Perhaps it was the overcast light of the sun that caused this, you had never seen him in sunlight before now. 

“Mairon.” You expected him to greet you with your name, instead it was with a correction. 

“Sauron.” You shook your head gently at him. 

“There is nothing you could do that I could never forgive you for and so you will always be my Mairon to love.” 

“So, Ulmo commands you here to drag me back to the west, to deprive me of freedom?” He questioned. 

“Ulmo was very against my coming here, actually. It was Manwë who permitted this.” He seemed genuinely surprised. 

“Then, how is it that a maia of Ulmo stands here against his wishes?” 

“I went to Manwë because I will never give up on you, Mairon.” You took a step closer to him, caring little for the rain that you had very little control over, the emotional mess you were on the inside, as it poured down around the two of you, “Melkor was once forgiven for his misdeeds, ones far graver than yours, you will be forgiven even more readily. Come home, come with me.” He opened his mouth to speak until his eyes caught the glint from your hand, looking down to find the flower there and you could see surprise on his face once more. 

“You kept it…” 

“Of course I kept it. I’ll hold you to that promise, you know.” There was a faint smile on your lips and tears welled in your eyes. It had been so long since you had seen him. 

“Then why didn’t you come with me?” You could hear the hurt in his voice and you knew it well as you held it within your own heart. 

“Why didn’t you stay with me? I was sort’ve hoping you needed me. Is that selfish? To think I might have been enough to make you stay?” You returned. There was a heavy pause. 

“Were you not the one who told me to strive to improve, to be the driving force in my life instead of being a slave to shame and fear of failure?” You opened your mouth but the words seemed to elude you for a moment, desperately trying to gather them. 

“Not like this…” Your voice came out quiet and you took another step towards him, “This is…” You scrunched your eyes, looking for the right words, knowing that you were walking on eggshells, “... it’s not right. You can do so much good, my love, I know you can. Please, come home.” The distance between you closed even more as he took a step towards you, reaching down for your hands and guiding you to hold the flower with both of them, his own hands covering yours. 

“My home is wherever you walk.” His nose nudged against yours as he leaned down over you and you could have cried. Instead, the rain only grew heavier, watching as it made Mairon’s hair stick to his skin, listening to the metallic patter of it as it hit his armour. You cared little for how it was soaking your dress when his hands were holding yours and his breath was fanning across your lips. “So stay here with me, anything you want I will give, nothing will be unattainable to me and I will lay the stars at your feet should you ask me to.” He fell to his knees, hands not letting go of yours, tightening his grip instead as he looked up at you, “You told me that I am enough, that it was an unwavering truth and you made me come to believe it, my mentor has refined me to be greater than enough. I am more and I yearn for you to see that, for me to use that to fulfil your every wish but I can only do that here, only if you will come into my arms and stay, my love, my soul, my home.” You had never seen him like this, ever, never seen such desperation in his eyes, never seen him beg on his knees. You could no longer stop yourself from sniffling with the efforts to not outright burst into sobs. 

“Look around you.” His voice was more delicate now, “Look at the growing storm, a fraction of your power. You are mighty, my love, you have agency in this world. We were torn apart once and I beg you to not allow it to happen again. Stay.” You did look around and you saw how rain hammered down from the sky. It reminded you of who had sent you here to bring Mairon back, to give him a chance to redeem himself. It would be selfish to deny him that chance by accepting his offer to stay. And yet… you had never heard him so satisfied with himself. 

“For your sake, I cannot stay. I cannot guarantee that the valar will ever offer you this chance again and I cannot snatch it from you.” You wanted to fall to the ground with him, to wind your arms around his neck and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. You remained standing with him at your feet. 

“For our sake, you must stay.” He implored you, shifting the flower in your hold so that he could bring your hands beneath his chin, pressing a kiss to the back of one of your palms, “You need not be given chances, you must take them and I am begging you to take this one for us, for our love.” 

“Mairon…” You closed your eyes, prepared to cry. 

“Please.” The way his voice broke was all it took to crumble your resolve and you fell to your knees, collapsing against him as you sobbed against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his wet hair. His one hand landed on the back of your head soothingly as the other wound around your waist, pulling you close. Your entire being trembled at just being held by him again after so many years and you could hear him gently shushing you, caressing you, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. You felt him lift you up in his arms and place you upon the horse, sliding in behind you and holding you close. “I will never let anything keep you from me again, my love, nothing will stand in my way.”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ THRANDUIL 

ʚ You had caught his eye during a celebration of both kingdoms. You were a princess and from the moment he first laid eyes on you he was completely mesmerised. It had probably been the first time he looked upon a woman and thought she was blessed with the appearance of starlight - since his late wife, at least 

ʚ At first he would have ignored it, deeming it as a simple infatuation and trying to continue the rest of the night as he had before. However, he kept finding his eyes lingering to you no matter how hard he tried to distract himself with something else 

ʚ It is only after many failed attempts that he would eventually question your identity, simply questioning one of your people. Your name remained in his mind like a broken record even days after the event, he couldn’t help but say it whilst he was alone to see how it would feel upon his tongue 

ʚ Knowing now that you were a princess, it wasn’t very difficult to find more information about you. That’s exactly what he distracted himself with for the coming weeks, gathering every little speck of info on you that he possibly could. Every time he tried to stop, tell himself this was irrational, indecent, he found himself suppressing his conscience and continuing on

ʚ Every opportunity that he had to meet with your kingdom, he took it. Which was surprising to your father considering that it was common knowledge that Thranduil preferred to remain in his own realm and not concern himself with other kingdoms. Now, he had a reason - you. With everytime he saw you the elvenking felt as though he was falling deeper into this pit that he actively dug for himself 

ʚ All he thought of was you, your beauty, that smile which drove him up the wall, the bright look you would give him. And he wanted it all for himself

ʚ So one can imagine his frustration when he learnt of all the suitors that were presented to you. Even if you did turn them down - the fact that they dared even attempt to steal you away drove him to a place that he never thought was possible. And soon, you began to notice a disturbing trend - the disappearances of these suitors 

ʚ Thranduil had gone so far off the edge and he had only exchanged a few words with you, only met you a handful of time. He wanted more - needed it. Which is exactly what influenced his next actions. Despite only meeting you a few times, the next time you saw him - he proposed to you. You were flattered but of course, turned this down. After all, you barely knew him outside of political means. 

ʚ It angered him, greatly. And the next thing you knew, your father was excitedly telling you of your new engagement to the elvenking of the Woodland Realm and this time - you had no choice

ʚ You were wedded to him and thus, brought to Mirkwood as his wife and queen. You were thrown-off, even after you blatantly refused his proposal he had gone behind your back and spoke with your father? Of course your old man would agree! A princess from a lower kingdom being married off to one of the elven kingdoms. . . who would refuse such an offer? It opens up a number of opportunities

ʚ Yet, as time passed you quickly realised that Thranduil’s infatuation was something far darker than you could have ever imagined. He was obsessed with you, to a degree that brought you more than just fear. If you denied him the love that he, somehow, had for you in outrageous amounts - you would suffer consequences. You were never permitted to leave his chambers, you were made to rely solely on him 

ʚ You were expected to be his perfect little wife and, quite frankly, he wouldn’t take lightly to you refusing to conform to his demands. You were made to be the perfect replacement for who he had lost - in his own, sick way

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ MAIRON 

ʚ You had first caught his eye during his early days of being in Eregion, after befriending Celebrimbor during the forging of the rings where he posed as Annatar. He was surprised to learn that you were, in fact, Celebrimbor’s daughter - but immediately turned back to his work and tried to rid himself of the small interest that he had taken the first few times that saw you 

ʚ However, soon he began to notice that his little interest was not one-sighted. Yes, Mairon knew good and well that his appearance as Annatar was fair, so he wasn’t too surprised the few times he caught you, a young princess, staring at him. Did that mean he wasn’t prideful in this? Of course not, it was feeding not only his ego but now, his interest 

ʚ He found himself taking his time, leading you on for a little and deducing whether or not you would be worth pursuing - and for a certain time he even scolded himself. After all, he was here on a very strict mission - not to be infatuated with his enemy’s daughter

ʚ But soon. . . he found these thoughts twisting. What more if he win you over, take you as a form of a prize while he succeeded in his plan? This sudden dark twist in thoughts is what led him to pursue you and so, a bit of a blossoming romance developed between the two of you 

ʚ Well, that is what it appeared as to you. You were young and head-over-heals for the charming elf who had mysteriously found his way to your kingdom. In a way, you were blinded: and all by the concept of first love 

ʚ Mairon was convinced he had you under his little finger and with every passing day he felt himself becoming more enthralled by you, in ways that he would have never imagined. Of course, he wouldn’t show this, he would hide this growing fascination - no. . . obsession. 

ʚ You would never see the number of dark looks sent at those who dared laid their eyes on you, nor be aware of the various people of your kingdom mysteriously gone missing after certain interactions with you. It appeared that you overlooked how possessive he tended to become when the two of you were in public, much less in your own home

ʚ All the signs were there, but you were blinded by your love for him. That was until everything went south and after his ‘temporary leave’ you learnt of his treachery from your father. You were terrified, disgusted even - you were in cahoots with the dark lord? You allowed him to be so intimate with you - Sauron himself!?

ʚ On a particular night you were surprised when you were met with Annatar in your room. Of course, you rebuked him. To think that he was foolish enough to believe that you’d still want him even after you found out of his true identity. It angered him, greatly. Did everything mean nothing to you? 

ʚ Unfortunately, the dark lord appeared to not have only developed an obsession for you - but had also. . . surprisingly, fallen in love with you. And there was no way in hell that he was letting you reject him. That day was the last time your father and family every saw you - for you were dragged back to Mordor 

ʚ Whether you wanted to or not you were forced to love him as you once did. After all, you couldn’t have him actually fall for you - become so infatuated and obsessed with you. . . and then leave him like it was nothing. Oh no, while you were under the impression that it was simply first love only on your side - you were wrong. For you were also the first women that Mairon had ever given his heart to 

ʚ And he would be damned if he let you go. Surely, you would be with him, there in Mordor. You would love him as you once did. . . even if it brought you to your death.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THRANDUIL 

ʚ In all honesty, it was a bit of a surprise for him when you had become sick. Elves never truly fell ill so he wasn’t entirely sure what to do when a human became sick 

ʚ Of course, that doesn’t mean that he simply left you as is. He couldn’t have you dying - after all. He couldn’t have you leaving him 

ʚ Thranduil has some of the healers tend to you, hoping that it would be enough to help you. This may in fact be the first contact with other people he has permitted since you’ve married him 

ʚ Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t still keep a watchful eye here and there - just to make sure no one was overstepping their line when it came to you 

ʚ The second you were getting better he shooed off the healers and decided to take care of you himself, gave him more opportunity to show you affection - a part of him liked when you were sick, you didn’t have the energy to fight him back 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAIRON 

ʚ Hadn’t the slightest idea what to do when you had fallen sick. Truth be told he was never really familiar with humans until you came around - so to see you coughing and sneezing made him question whether this was genuine or whether you were acting 

ʚ When he realises that you are not in fact, acting, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t had a few thoughts. Knowing that you were sick and most likely weak meant that you would be compliant 

ʚ Probably made everything ten times harder for you. Threatened to withhold medication should you act up as you usually did 

ʚ Also used this opportunity to show his affection to you without having you protest. And if you did? Well, there was the threat of him simply ‘leaving you there to suffer’

ʚ Of course he did ensure that you were tended to at the end of the day because he couldn’t risk the one he loved actually dying - right?

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“I cannot sleep if you insist on hogging the blanket.’’ With a frown clear on your features, your eyes narrow further when his head lolls back onto the pillow, clearly disinterested in your plight. “Melkor - hey!’’ You swat his shoulder again, this time bringing forth a deep groan from the vala who struggles to open his eyes once more. 

“If you are so cold why not take Mairon’s blanket? I’m tired.’’ 

“Do you not think that I have tried?”

It is then that Melkor focuses his vision blurred from sleep and takes notice of the lump of fabric curled up on your alternative side. Contrary to popular belief, the Lieutenant of Angband could be quite the heavy sleeper — perhaps a result of his strenuous work day in and day out. 

The dark lord exhales and with great effort brings his hand up to push at Mairon’s shoulder. “Oi. Mairon, get up and give Y/N some blanket.’’ 

All he receives is a quiet hum, a dismissal, before the maia curls in further. It is then that Melkor, with many complaints, rises from his side of the bed with his pillow in tow. “Mairon. Get. U-’’ It appeared that he underestimated his level of exhaustion coupled with his balance, as Melkor soon came crashing down upon you — drawing a squeak straight from your chest. 

“Melkor!’’ You rasped, hands pushing at broad shoulders. “Get off! You are too heavy!” “Damnit. . . Can the two of you ever remain silent?” A pair of amber hues meet yours, albeit weary, they narrowed in the slightest. “What is the issue now?” 

“He’s crushing me!” 

“My lord!” 

Mairon’s eyes gape at the realisation and his hands shoot out to shove his master off, receiving a groan as the vala sits up in an attempt to recollect his thoughts. You are left whining, curling inwards and you attempt to ignore the pain in your stomach, in-turn curling into Mairon and accepting his naturally warm radiance. 

“How many blankets do you even need?’’ Melkor grumbles, sideways glancing at his lieutenant hooking an arm around your waist and peppering a few kisses along your neck. “We have three,’’ you sighed, melting into the gentle touch. “You stole two, how am I supposed to sleep with the threat of morphing into an ice block?” 

“Well, I need the blankets. I’m cold.’’ “You are always cold,’’ Mairon rolls his eyes to the ceiling with his hands cupped at your waist. “Keep talking back and I may just kick you out.’’ Melkor sends a glare his way, followed by your own — which the two found amusing as it was in less degree when compared to the dark lord’s. “Do not speak as though you are innocent. He may have stolen the two but you took my last hope,’’ pertaining to the blanket coiled around him, you frown. 

“It is as though the two of you wish for me to freeze to death.’’ You sigh with a subtle shake of head. “You know, if you both keep stealing the blankets I will have no choice but to kick you both out of bed.’’ 

It is now Melkor’s turn to roll his eyes as he lowers himself to rest on his arm. “I doubt someone with such tiny legs could manage to move me,’’ to emphasise his point, a cold finger runs up the aforementioned limb and leaves you squeaking once more. 

“Melkor you little - !”

“Little what, hmm?” The cold fingers now wrap around your chin and force you to face him. The arch of his brow leaves you silent, however, your glare remains. “My point still stands. The least you can do is try and compensate for me.’’ 

Mairon hums, following your shifted form so that he can rest his chin on your shoulder. “You know. . . if the cold bothers you so much — I can think of a few ways to warm you up.’’ 

Your cheeks burn, eyes fluttering when a deep chuckle rumbles from Melkor’s throat. “Really? I think we may have had the same thought.’’ With Mairon’s arms around your waist, Melkor’s hands soon find your sides and bring you closer. “What do you say? Since you hate the cold oh so much.’’ 

Pursing your lips, you duck your head, swat his chest and squirm from Mairon’s hold before snatching one of the sheets and pulling it over. 

“You are both jerks.’’ 

“We know,’’

“. . . I still love you.’’ 

“We know.’’ 

And with that, they lay back down and bundle you within embrace. 

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“Hmm? Why do you look at me like that? Do you disagree?” Another chill strikes your skin as his lips find your cheek and his grip tightens further around your jaw. “I think she’s the perfect little thing. A wonderful pet —” 

“Do not touch her!”

Mairon’s hands clench, nails digging into his palms as he dares to step closer towards his master, let alone raise his voice. Once more, a yelp leaves your lips as you are tossed to the side — yet before the maia can even think of rushing to your aid, he is towered over by the dark lord himself. 

“Would you like to repeat that?” You didn’t like how calm his voice was, how steady it remained despite the obvious flame lit within his eyes as he stared down his lieutenant. Mairon hesitates, summoning every ounce of patience he could possibly muster before clearing his throat. “My lord. . . do not hurt her — please.’’

It wasn’t certain whether his words appeased Melkor or simply drove him deeper into his ocean of rage. For while a smirk stretched across his greyish lips, the fire within his eyes was yet to be snuffed out. “Oh, isn’t this a treat?” The vala chuckles as hands clasp behind his back. “And here I thought she meant nothing to you, Mairon. Is that not what you told me when I asked of her?’’ 

He meets your gaze once more. Yes, that was exactly what he had told Melkor. In fear of his lord possibly hunting you down to teach him a lesson for ‘growing soft’ - Mairon had blatantly rebuked your name in this very throne room. He should have known the second Melkor asked about you. . . he should have warned you, told you to flee. Yet here you were now, bound by the hands and alongside Melkor’s throne — unable to do a thing other than watch the scene at hand. 

“I honestly expected more of you, yet you were foolish enough to think that you could lie to me. . . Such a shame, the poor girl will have to pay with her life.’’ 

“Don’t!” Mairon lifts his head to stare at his master, a pleading look clear as day within his eyes that reflected molten core. “Please, she does not deserve this - it was my own doing. Please leave her be.’’ His mannerisms left you stiff — this may have well been the very first time you have seen your lover in such a state, heard him plead. You knew Mairon like the back of your hand, you knew how proud he was. 

Yet here he stood now: pleading on your account. 

“Oh,’’ a deep chuckle arises from the dark lord as he halts in stride. “This must have been the first time I have heard you beg, Mairon.’’ Fingers play with a few strands of auburn hair, twirling the fiery tresses between them as a grin etched across his face. “Do it again. Beg for me to spare her.’’ And when the maia refused to move, he scoffed. “I don’t think you heard me. . . I said —’’ 

In an instant, his tall figure was beside yours once more with a hand tight around your throat and yanking you upwards. The air’s knocked out of your lungs, you kick and squirm with hands shooting to his wrist in a desperate attempt to free yourself. “Melkor!” “Beg!”

His voice thunders throughout the room, bouncing off of the walls and leaving you yelping once more as your body automatically flinches away. Slowly but surely, the world became a blur with your focus entirely on Mairon who now stood there with widened eyes and an expression you had never witnessed before. 

“I won’t repeat myself again, Mairon.’’ The dark lord narrows his gaze and altogether restricts your airways. “Lest you’d want me to snap this dainty little neck of hers.’’ 

There’s silence in the room, not a breath, not a peep — all you saw was Mairon. Panic spread across his features and a shimmer of fear evident in his eyes. He clears his throat, taking a hesitant step forward. “My lord, please. Spare her.’’ “Oh come on, you can do better than that.’’ His eyes widen at the black pigment seeping into the skin of your neck and he quickly fell to his knees. 

“My lord please!’’ Mairon’s hands find the stone ground. “It was I that lied to you, me who defied you! She has nothing to do with this, please. Punish me instead — hurt me in her stead! I will take whatever your hand may deal tenfold!’’ You try to choke out his name, to shake your head and tell him to stop; but his gaze locks with yours. Sorrow, remorse. You swore he mouthed an apology, yet your eyes were losing vision too rapidly to be sure. 

“Please,’’ his voice breaks, shattering your heart in the process. “She is the woman I love. . . If I have found any favour in you, spare her.’’ 

Silence bled into the room once more, deafening, hollow, it almost left your ears bleeding as you struggled for the sweet relief of air — which was soon granted to you as a dark, booming laugh echoed through the walls of Angband. Melkor threw his head back, letting up his grip only slightly while Mairon dropped his vision to the floor. Unable to bear looking up as ire filled him to the brim. 

“I must say, I’m surprised. You? Love?” His laugh melts into a deep, sinister chuckle. “You truly have grown weak. . . To think. A lieutenant of Angband, on his knees and begging for the sake of love. It’s almost profound.’’ Although his grip had loosened the dark patterns continued to fester around your skin, albeit blind to your eye — but certainly not Mairon’s who felt his heart fall deeper into the pit of his stomach. 

“Tell me,’’ he drops you to your feet yet keeps a firm hold around your throat. With your back to his front, he ensures that your crying face is in full view of the maia who you now had to witness tremble further. “Do you see yourself dying for them?’’ The dark pigment grows, coating the entirety of your neck and tickling your jaw. It’s harder to breathe, it burns. And when you cry out — the little dignity that Mairon had left melted away in an instant. 

“I would!’’ He couldn’t care less of the sting in his eyes nor the way his expression twisted into one of utter terror. “I would do whatever it is to ensure her safety! My lord, name your price for her security and I will gladly give it to you. Whether it is my head — if I am able to give it, I shall.’’ 

Your tears fall faster as your knees tremble at the scorching feeling consuming your throat. “M-Mairon,’’ you barely manage to choke while your attempt at shaking your head falls flat. “Mairon n -’’ “Anything, you say?” Once more, the silence brings an immense wave of dread to crash upon your heart. Your brows furrow at the tightening of his grip yet again and for a moment a part of you thinks he’ll simply snap your neck and put an end to all of this. 

Oh, but how wrong you were. For when you felt a pair of cold lips grace your lips again, you knew that whatever was to proceed was certain disaster. “Well. . . How about her?’’ Mairon stiffens at this proposal, praying to valar that he heard wrong. 

“What?”

“I want her, Mairon.’’ 

The maia’s shoulders tremble and a burning feeling engulfs his lungs. “M-My lord. . .” “You said anything to guarantee her safety, correct? Give her to me and I’ll ensure she’s in good health. I always treat my pets oh so well.’’ You flinch away at the feel of his tongue swiping up your cheek and licking away a dripping tear. “What do you say? You wish for her wellbeing, do you not?”

Your eyes meet Mairon’s for the last time, clearly seeing every single, raw, shattered emotion shining within them. He’s conflicted, frightened. Should he leave you to the dark lord? Lose you? Or should he refuse and lose you in a much greater sense? 

But as the darkness threatened to consume the rest of your face and your features twisted with agony — he had his answer. 

With his heart in his hands Mairon sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, head lowering and auburn tresses dangling like a curtain to shield his shame. With one, final apology below his breath — he speaks with great strain. 

“As. . . As you wish. . . My lord.’’ 

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“Mai. . . Mairon,’’ 

The growing pressure renders you breathless, rasping his name with immense airiness as you hang your head back into the wood of the table. 

“M-Mairon!”

You receive a groan in response, one which rumbles against the sensitive velvet between your legs and has you nearly gasping once more. Two hands cup the soft flesh of your thighs, flushing them to the rough surface of his smithing table and ensuring they remain out of the way — providing him with more than enough room to work his magic. The tongue lapping at your clit sends tidal waves of feverish bliss crashing upon your quivering form, surge after surge, drawing you closer to nirvana with every shattering second. 

“Mm, Mai — th-they’ll. . . hear us,’’ it’s almost amusing, the fact that you still concern yourself with the outside world; so much so that he lets out a chuckle. “You are the only one making a ruckus, darling.’’ He croons, words slicked with honey as he tutted at you. “It is almost as if you want them to hear. Right? Want them to hear who claims you.’’ 

Before a protest is formulated, you find the air in your lungs practically sucked out as he slips his tongue between flushed folds once more. In its stead is a strangled moan, eyes looping into the back of your head as hips careen within his hold. The maia is rewarded by the string of wanton praises. Rushed murmurs of his name interrupted by breathy whines while a grip finds his hair, tugging at the auburn tresses and encouraging a second sequence of groans. He ensures to pour each and every vibration against your quivering flower, knowing damn well they brought jolts to your spine. 

Within a split second the world around you turned to mush, liquifying into a puddle of incomprehensible noises and blurs as his thumb captures your clit in quick, tight circles. It took every ounce of energy to clamp a hand over your mouth, fingers pressing into the corners of your lips as you release the loudest noise yet — now muffled against flesh. 

He grunts, clearly dismayed at the loss of your desperate cry. Warmth circles your wrist and hauls it back, pinning it to the table with minimal effort. Despite the haze you just so managed to catch a glimpse of what encased your wrist; a fiery, orange-hued mana that kept your limb motionless and out of the way. The little tilt of his head accompanied by his narrow-eyed stare tells you everything you needed to know; once again you build up a protest. 

“Mair - ah!” Stars cluster your vision in sudden arrays of white and haze as his tongue resumes its assault. “Pl-ease,’’ “That’s it,’’ he groans, burying his face further between your legs as his arms loop up and around your thighs, entirely trapping your lower-half which squirms and bucks in riposte to feverish ministrations. “Let them hear. Let them all hear who this pretty little cunt belongs to.’’ 

Your back cranes upwards whilst hot air rushes through your lungs, winded, desperate, you are nothing more than putty in his hands — his large, delicate hands that squeeze at the soft flesh of quaking thighs. With parted lips you forget every ounce of shame and ire, replaced by debauched calls, whines and pleads for him to continue his blissful invasion. 

“Fuck,’’ he murmurs, tipping his hips into the table’s surface at the way you say his name, repeatedly, breathlessly, like a beautiful songbird with your melodies of moans. The feel of your fingers tangling his locks leaves him panting, the spasming of your entrance has him on a high and for a minute it's almost too much. The tension around the material of his cock grows, almost uncomfortably so as he focuses all his ardour on making you finish upon his tongue. 

He’ll alternate, circling your precious bundle of nerves only to delve between your walls for the umpteenth time, spurred on by the ever-frequent mantra of his name coupled with whining gasps and stuttering hips. Mairon knows you’re close by the way you tangle his hand and slur words. He makes the mistake of peaking at you and immediately lets out a groan - louder than intended - in reaction twisted expression. Knitted brows, parted lips and half-lidded eyes brimming — it’s enough to push him off the edge. 

You need to cum. He needs you to cum. 

Mairon shuts his eyes and substitutes the wonderful tightening of your velvety slick around his cock, pulsing and taking him in as prettily as you take his tongue, the indecent look upon your face as you take him, all of him, again and again until you’re squirting around him. It is these very visions that spur on his mission to tip you over the cliff of release. With vigorous movements of his tongue eliciting strings of whines and gasps, he’s merciless, unforgiving and most of all — just as desperate as you. 

The fervent way in which he eats you out is enough to send you knocking on orgasm’s door, tears spilling from your eyes. You’re barely holding on by a thread, delirious and frazzled as you call out to him. 

“M-Mairon - w-. . .ait, cumming - s’much. . !” Slurred and barely comprehensible, you attempt to warn him of your fast-approaching release, yet to little prevail as it only seems to up-his-anti. You weren’t sure what it was he murmured, an order you could only assume. Cum, cum for me. 

You needn’t be told twice, with the stars completely overtaking your vision you toss your head back, fingers and toes curling as your hips buck up one last time. His name falls from your lips, drawn-out and stammered as the world around you caves in. You gasp in search of the air knocked from your lungs, head spinning as you are taken to the moon, only to collapse into the rough wood and relish in the numbing pins and needles raking through your body. 

Barely hearing the groan of your name, you fall limp, panting as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality — all whilst Mairon delves in your sweetest nectar. Not a drop is wasted as the maia takes in all the essence of your release as if it were his last meal, and when he finally has his fill he, almost hesitantly, draws away and straightens his back. 

It takes everything in him not to shudder at your state, quaking beneath him, for him. The shuffling of clothing misses your ears, but the flush of flesh against your thigh is quick to catch your attention. 

With clouded hues you glance up, whimpering and the tender caress of your clit. “You did so well, darling.’’ He cooes, leaning over so that auburn tresses drape around your face and his lips are a mere inch from your ear. 

“Now, I want to see this pretty little cunt full of me.’’