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"I have good news, my lord! The south-west defenses of those vile elves... have... been... my lords?"
Gothmog, the lord of the Balrogs trailed off distractedly after he took the first few steps into the throne room.
The master of Angband was lounging casually on his throne, head thrown back and fingers wrapped tight around the armrests of the throne.
He was panting harshly, and mewling in time with strange rythmic movements.
Lord Mairon stood in front of the throne and was bent over their master, his whole body rocking forward in turn with him.
Gothmog tilted his head to the side in confusion. What were his lords up to now?
Mairon turned his head to look at him, his expression smug and predatory.
He leaned forward and nipped at lord Melkor's chin.
"Shall I deal with it, my master?"
The dark lord looked up in confusion, apparently only just now noticing their spectator.
He nodded regally, and Mairon turned towards the lord of Balrogs fully.
The movement revealed what exactly the two had been up to, and Gothmog stared in fascination when lord Mairon's engorged cock slowy, slowly slid out of their master.
Melkor whimpered at the feeling, and a large hand captured Mairon's shoulder.
The lieutenant of Angband smiled and leaned back in.
"Will you keep yourself open for me? I shall not be long."
Their master nodded enthusiastically, and spread his legs even wider, which earned him a fond chuckle.
Mairon closed his silken robes in front of himself, but the thin fabric, while a familiar outfit Gothmog had seen him in many times before, did nothing to hide the impressive erection.
The lord of the Balrogs could do nothing but stare at it as it visibly bobbed behind the cloth with every step the fallen Maia took, and swallowed drily.
A sudden inspiration forced his eyes down his own front, and for the first time the wild thought if his own could do something like this too shot through his mind.
But before he could contemplate this further, Mairon stopped in front of him, close enough that he would be able to reach out and run a curious hand over his crotch if he so chose.
Gothmog's hand twitched.
"The south-western usurpers?"
The lieutenant looked at him expectantly, but for the life of him, he could not remember the report he had been about to give.
"Yes, in the south-west. That is- a victory? For us?"
He recieved a raised eyebrow for his efforts.
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
Gothmog pulled himself together, and racked his brain for the proper report.
"The ork patrols have spotted a weakness in the elves' defenses, and we were able to... to..."
The dark lord shifting on the throne had captured his attention.
It had only been a small movement, likely meant to even the weight on his buttocks, but it had produced a squelching sound, and now a small glob of milky white fluid was slowly dripping out of his gaping hole.
Saliva was gathering in Gothmog's mouth, and his gaze was now wandering upwards, from the heavy ballsack to the enormous and leaking cock, to the flat plains of muscle that were covered in reddened bites, and finally stopped at the broad chest with it's large, pink nipples.
Gothmog nervously licked his lips, transfixed.
They had been bitten bloody, and small purplish bruises all around them told him that this was not something unusual.
" -their defenses in the forseeable future?"
The lord of the balrogs forcefully ripped his eyes and his attention away from his master's body and returned them to Mairon.
"Huh?"
The fallen Maia narrowed his eyes in annoyance and cocked his hips.
The movement caused the already precariously fastened robe to shift and slide off his erection, and all good intentions of paying more attention went out of the window.
"Are you even listening to me?!"
The cock was now pointing directly at his face, and every movement caused the swollen head to sway. It was glistening from the fluids it had been bathed in, and thick veins ran down it's sides.
"Hah."
Mairon ran a hand over his face and quirked a small satisfied smile.
"Hm, I suppose I cannot blame you. There are few wonders that might compare to our master. Or me, of course. So I grant you a few hours to gather yourself and deliver your report then."
He whirled around, returned to the throne with dignified steps, and immediately pushed the head of his erection past the ring of muscles that had patiently awaited his return.
Twin sighs of relief ran through the dark lords, and Gothmog watched the length slowly disappear in stunned fascination.
He flinched at a sudden vicious slap as Mairon's hips snapped forward lightning fast after drawing back out, and stared wide eyed at the cries of exstacy that were forced out of lord Melkor.
Mairon smirked at him one more time, never letting the new, brutal rythm falter.
"You may leave now."
Disturbed and deeply shaken, he did.
But for all the questions that had come to him today, at least one had already been given an answer.
He looked down, and sure enough, his own member was straining against the cloth.
Apparently, it could do something like this too.