[FFML] [Spamfic][Lemon][The Silmarillion] Melian's Girdle

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Morgoth made me write this. Honest.


Melian's Girdle

In the First Age of Middle-Earth, Melian the queen of Doriath was 
walking past a blasted field. Before her rose a fortress of darkness 
like none the world had ever seen before or since: the iron mountain of 
Angbang. No elf would had dared go so near where the Shadow layed, but 
despite the slender and raven-haired elven body she wore, Melian was not 
one. She was a Maia, one of the spirits who had existed before the 
world, and a lesser kin to the Dark Lord who ruled over the fortress. 
Even so, she did not come here without reason, for Melian had a duty to 
perform. She had to forfity Melian's Girdle, a magic barrier of her 
creation which shielded Doriath from all its enemies, except those with 
power greater than hers. Unfortunately, Morgoth was one such foe.


As she neared the huge iron gate, a loud sound of metal grating on metal 
was heard, and it slowly opened a sliver, yet even that gap was a dozen 
feet across. She walked through and stopped, surveying the courtyard 
before her. All manner of orcs and foul creatures stared back at her, 
having halted in their errands; and across a small clearing, she 
recognized her brother Sauron, who for now was wearing a fair form. As 
the gate swung shut behind her, she idly wondered why the liutenant of 
Morgoth would bother with such pleasantries; was it some remnant of 
kindness, or did he simply find the form comfortable? As the clank of 
the gate locking rang behind her, she decided it didn't matter, for she 
would see fouler things soon enough.


Sauron walked forward, and the orcs backed away, leaving them in the 
middle of a small clearing. ”Melian”, he said, and then, afte a pause: 
”Are you here to reforge the barrier?”


For a moment she stood still, with her head downcast; then, Melian 
nodded, and looking Sauron in the eye began reciting the spell that 
would keep Doriath safe another year.


As she spoke, Melian moved ever faster, turning her words into a song 
and a dance. She opened he belt, dropping her clothes one by one as she 
moved, until the final syllable escaped her lips and she came to stand 
still before Sauron, clad only in her flesh.


A moment they both remained unmoving; then, the liutenant of Morgoth 
softly said: ”I accept.” He stepped onward, cupped Melian's breast in 
his hand, and bended her head backward in a kiss that was almost tender. 
As thousands of orcs screamed their approval, Melian surrendered to 
Sauron's embrace and let him bend her backward and to the ground. She 
wasn't sure when his clothes had disappeared, but she spread her legs at 
his urging and gasped as he entered her.


There, in the dust and mud before filthy beasts of darkness, Melian 
gasped again and again as Sauron took her, finally letting out a long 
scream of release amidst the jeers of the orcs. His pace soon quickened, 
and he erupted in her. For a moment he stayed in, then withdrew and rose 
to his feet, and said to the eagerly awaiting orcs: ”She's yours.”


The creatures descended on the woman-shaped Maia, dragged her to her 
feet, and shoved their dirty organs in at all of her orifices. She was 
pulled roughly this way and that; whenever an orc would come, it was 
dragged away by another who pushed in with new vigor. Into her knees, 
then all fours; then on her back atop an orc who had its member in her 
anus, then she was flipped over as a new one pushed there from the top. 
She screamed her arousal and shame, but all that came out from from 
behind the cock in her mouth was a muffled howl.


It was midday when Melian came back to her senses and realized than she 
was no longer being assaulted. She was covered in orc cum and laying on 
her stomach on the stones. Sauron was standing before her, once again 
clad in a form of a dark warrior. ”Up”, he commanded, but Melian was too 
dazed to immediately obey and stayed down. Sauron looked at her for a 
moment, then nodded at someone behind her, and Melian screamed as a 
fiery whip touched her buttocks. She scampered up, but was barely on her 
knees when taloned hands gripped her loins and something huge and 
burning hot forced its way inside her womanhood. Melian screamed as a 
balrog took her, and her eyes shot up to Sauron's face, hid behind his 
helmet. The burning red eyes of the commander of Angbang looked at her, 
then seemed to fall down as the balrog stood up, and Melian bit her 
teeth and called forth every bit of her power to fortify her flesh 
against the onslaught.


Long did the corrupted fire spirit take its pleasure with her, burning 
Melian from inside her womanhood to her bare rump and backside, but 
worst of all were the burning talons which reached from the side of her 
hips to the her nib. They poked at it, burned it, teased it, and despite 
herself the Maia screamed out as she came once, twice, again and again. 
Finally, the horned creature bellowed his own cry of triumph, and the 
queen felt a fire erupting inside her, even as the cruel claws were 
forced together between her legs. Her own cry joined the balrog, which 
held her for a moment, then cast her aside and let her fall. Limp, she 
fell, until caught in strong, powerful arms; and as Melian opened her 
weary eyes again, she was being carried into the castle proper by Sauron.


As they passed corridor after corridor, hall after all, the Maia tried 
to gather her strength, for she knew that the worst was yet to come. All 
too soon they were before a huge iron door, which opened for them, then 
slammed shut after they had passed; and then, Sauron stood before the 
throne of Morgoth.


The Dark Lord of Middle-Earth gazed long on Melian with hunger that made 
the Maia try to curl deeper into Sauron's embrace; but the liutenant 
opened his arms and let her nude form fall on the floor, then backed 
off, turned and walked away. Now alone, Melian for a while stayed down; 
then, gritting her teeth, she slowly stood and let the corrupted Vala 
look at her. She spread her legs, put her right hand on her hip, and 
stared back. Melkor's brow burrowed in amusement, then he stood. His 
pants fell and revealed the true Hammer of the Underworld. It was longer 
than Melian was tall, and thicker than her waist; it was made from solid 
iron, and smoke rose from its head. Then Melkor's hulking form sank, 
until he was less than twice of Melian's lenght, and his tool was only 
the size of her arm. He stood still, expectant.


Knowing what she had to do, Melian took a step, then another, hesitant 
as she stared at the Dark Rod. Tentatively she reached her hand and 
touched it, and it both burned and freezed her. Then Morgoth's hand 
closed on her own, and he pulled her onward; his other hand gripped her 
head and forced her mouth on his cock. Melian tasted the sweet yet 
appalling taste of a thousand virgin's blood, and desperately closed her 
own eyes as she felt her head swim. He pushed past her mouth into her 
throat, and she gagged and coughed; then, at long last he withdrew, and 
without pause lifted Melian and planted her on the Cock of Darkness.


Fonward pushed the Dark Lord, deep into the cunt of Melian. The Maia 
screamed in pain as her body was torn by the arm-long penis, yet she 
also felt exhilaration as the power of Melkor rose around her. Both 
burned and frozen by her big brother, she kept making noises, not sure 
if they were of agony or extasy; and Melkor's grunts joined hers. For an 
hour it went on, and Melian came again and again, those times melding 
into one long continuous orgasm and agony, until finally Melkor also 
bellowed out, and his power surged forth, and Melian felth her spirit 
torn from her physical body which turned into ash in a final, great 
culmination, as the whole of Middle-Earth shook with its lord. And then 
Melkor fell back to his thrown, still holding Melian's spirit, and only 
slowly did the fog lift from her, and she felt the warmness of Melkor's 
power which had entered her.


Long did the Vala hold the naked spirit of the Maia in his arms, almost 
gently, and in those moments Melian felt as if she saw a memory of 
Melkor as he had been at the beginning. But the moment ended, and 
Morgoth shoved her from his embrace. ”Begone, witch; I shall spare your 
realm for another year”, he said. Like heat from a furnace did a blast 
of power radiate from the Dark Lord, casting Melian from Angband and 
into a forest clearing far away. Using the last remnants of the power of 
Melkor's come, she veiled herself in flesh and garment, then sat on a 
stone and gazed into nothing for a long time.


It was night when Melian returned to Doriath, and to the embrace of 
Thingol. Their lovemaking that night was gentle and beautiful, with none 
of the furious cruelty nor the despair of the damned. Yet, as she laid 
next to her husband, she couldn't help but remember the passion of 
before, and guiltily reach down between her legs for one last release, 
and hope the year would go quickly.