Ungoliant and Melkor

It was day. The sun shined down its few, meager rays from above the thick, gray clouds. There was not much living here in the cliffs surrounding Hyamentir.  But there was one creature that had made this place into its home.

Ungoliant.

 

She wore her flesh in shape of a spider, larger than many mortals can fathom. Her long, black legs were covered in rough strands of hair, some of it even lying on the thick carapace that was her body. Her many eyes gleamed in the dark, having a wicked intelligence hidden inside of them.

How many years she had spent here, she did not know. She did know loneliness, however small it was. Many male spiders – large, but not as large as her- had tried to court her, to mate with her. In anger, Pride or Hunger, she slew them and feasted on their corpses. She was mightier than any of them, so why should she bear the spawn of someone weaker and feebler than her, she reasoned.

       

Suddenly, she felt those familiar twinges on her web, signaling that someone was approaching, and by foot, no less. The pace of the steps indicated that It was a man – or atleast, something man-like. He had stopped, on a cliff that stood facing the entrance to her rocky lair. She crawled out, expecting a terrified mortal – but she found no such thing.

 

This tall stranger wore an armor that was most dark – and yet, it somehow seemed to glow with a sharp gray, as the few rays of sunlight met the plated armor. Upon his shoulders, a cape was fastened. It was dark, only slightly brighter than the armor he wore, but yet, it seemed to dance slowly in the wind – only, there was no wind in this ravine.  Upon his head rested a helmet, just as dark and gray as the rest of his armor. It was slick, and bore a grim appearance.

 

Curiously, this stranger had not done what most mortals did when they met her. He had neither run away, nor had he armed himself. He was simply standing there. But before Ungoliant could decide on how to treat this foolish morsel, he spoke, in thunderous voice, that sounded all too familiar to her.

“Greetings, Ungoliant…” The stranger removed his helmet which revealed a face she knew far too well. Black long hair, as beautiful as if someone had woven the night itself into silk. Eyes gleaming in the dark, of colors she had almost forgotten. And a face, untouched by blade, age or fire , bearing a regal, but soft, look to it. “…It has been far too long.”

“Melkor!” the giant spider said. Surprisingly, she felt her black heart beat faster, if only for a few seconds. She ignored it, and looked upon the beautiful Ainur, her many eyes fixated on him.

“I am most surprised to see you here, in my dark home. I had thought you captured, locked away forever!”

The Ainur laughed, his booming voice echoing around the walls of the ravine. “ Many would think they could hold the mighty Melkor – but I have my wits and ways…as I am sure you remember.” He said, looking right at the giant spider. She felt his gaze upon her. That gaze always made her feel both uncomfortable and intrigued.

 

“But enough pleasantries. I came here to seek your aid once more, Ungoliant!” She laughed, as she took a few steps closer to him.

“Oh? What makes you think you have anything I want? Why should I follow you?” She was now close to the Ainur, her dark mandibles clicking softly, as her eyes still fixated on him.

Melkor smiled a soft but sure smile. “Because, my dear, I know what you seek. You feel a dark hunger dwelling inside of you, motioning you to feed. And another hunger, set into your very core, that you cannot explain what it is.

I offer to feed both of them – your endless hunger shall taste of the light of the Two Trees! And the hunger you can naught explain….I shall personally give you what you may need. What say you?”

 

Ungoliant was not sure. He knew of her hungers, and an opportunity like this one was rare indeed! After giving it much thought, her dark mandibles opened and she gave her answer.

“I shall follow you.”

 

She walked out of her cave in full. Melkor placed his helmet on his head once more and nodded as he looked upon her. They walked together, slowly towards Ezellohar, shrouded by Ungoliants darkness.

Since their journey was a long one, they set up camp along the mountains of old, hiding themselves and collecting their strength for the task before them.  Melkor sat on a cliff, while Ungoliant hung below him. Suddenly, the dark Ainur started chuckling.

“What amuses you, Melkor?” Ungoliant asked, as she pulled her large, heavy body upwards, looking at Melkors face.

“Oh, I just recalled something…I haven’t sated your deeper need, have I?” he responded, a soft, cocksure smile placed on his lips.

“You spoke of a deeper need…Yet I do not understand what need you are talking about.”

Melkor laughed a short, bellowing laughter. “There is one need that every being share, whether or not they wish to admit to it, or even know of it.

The Desire to Mate.”

 

Ungoliant felt her dark heart race and beat more intensely than before. She rubbed a few of her long, black legs together, as she felt a new emotion rising from within her. Slowly, it grew more and more intense, as this new emotion grew like wildfire! She moved her large, arachnid face closer to Melkor, her large twin mandibles shivering nervously.

Melkor himself did naught but smile, as he leaned closer to Ungoliant. Gently, he opened his mouth and slowly stretched out his tongue. It touched her rough mandible, sliding along its black length, tasting of her salty, nearly wretched skin. Melkor withdrew his tongue, and looked upon Ungoliant with mischievous eyes.

Melkor removed his armor, piece by piece, until he was stark naked. His body seemed to glow with a soft, gray-ish light, just barely visible to the naked eye. He was masculine, yet somehow kept a slender, and beautiful look.

 

Ungoliant felt a shiver run through her giant body as she stared at the Dark Ainur. Here was finally a mate that was most worthy to be her first, to take her maidenhood. Instinctively, she moved upwards, placing her legs at the various cliff-walls surrounding them. Melkor nodded, before he laid himself on the ground, his erect member standing at full attention. She lowered her abdominal opisthosoma, until it was just above his cock. Thick juices dripped out from her awaiting hole,

 

Melkor grinned as he moved his hands upwards to the softer parts of Ungoliants arachnid body, groping it softly. She gave up a soft, shrill moan, just before she lowered her self down onto the Ainurs cock, letting it tenderly pierce her tender hole. Teasingly, Melkor thrust slowly upwards, while using his great strength to lower more of her onto him, until his large member was buried deep inside of her.

Ungoliant felt her great legs tremble softly in pleasure, and her big mandibles clicked softly against one another. She was pleased to lose her Maidenhood to such a virile lover. Melkor closed his eyes, smiling, as he began thrusting into her wet, tight hole, her soft and warm inner walls squeezing around the member inside of her. Moving in unison with the Ainur, she pushed herself down as he pushed up, something that Melkor himself seemed to enjoy, as he began moaning softly.

 

The dark Ainur dug his fingers deeply into her soft flesh, as he began pumping into her hard, enjoy the sensation of her warm, silky insides. Ungoliant was breathing heavily, and her mandibles rubbed together erratically. Grinning, Melkor thrust deeply inside of her one last time, as he shot out his seed inside of her, gripping her flesh tightly. Instinctively, the giant spider clenched around the large cock, and she pushed more of her weight down onto him, making sure that his Seed would find its way to her womb.

 

After a few moments, Melkor resumed his fucking of her hole. She gasped out as she felt him resume his passionate thrusting, surprised but certainly not unwilling. “I will only stop once you’ve completely satisfied me!” He exclaimed, his voice commanding and bellowing, as he heaved into her with great strength, slamming into her again and again. Ungoliant concentrated to her fullest, not wanting to lose her grip on the cliff-walls.

 

For many hours, their bodies and minds were engulfed by the pleasures, and Ungoliant felt naught but utter bliss.

She rested her large body on the cool rocks, laying on her back, as Melkor fucked her hungry hole, ravishing her and taking her again and again.  Finally, with one last push, Melkor slammed himself deeply into the giant spider, filling her once more to the brim with his seed. Satisfied, he chuckled as he pulled out of her, and sat down on the cliff underneath him.

With great care, Ungoliant slowly arose, her legs trembling as she looked at her dark lover. “I-I…I have never felt so full…and satisfied in my long life…” She said, her voice soft, tired and content. “I thank you, Melkor…Greatest of Lovers”

Melkor did naught but chuckle, that cocksure smile again finding its way to his face. “Rest well, My dark love…For soon, we shall find you the Twin Trees, and you shall feed deeply.”

 

The Ainur turned over to his side, signaling that he wished no further conversation for now. Ungoliant spun a web of dark silk underneath the cliffs, and laid herself down to rest and collect her strength.

 

 

Once they had reached Ezellohar, Melkor thrust his mighty spear into the twin trees, making the bleed their golden sap.

Ungoliant brought her face towards the wound on the trees, suckling up the sap with hungry eagerness. She felt such joy, such indescribable fullness when she tasted of the trees, not stopping until he had drained them nearly dry! Her bite had poisoned the trees, leaving dark spots that grew and grew. Finally, she moved towards the Wells of Varda, and drank deeply of its waters, until nothing remained.

 

Melkor had been largely absent during all of this, something that worried her slightly, for the warriors around them was assembling for a strike – she could feel it.

Suddenly, Melkor came rushing over to her, clenching something in his right hand, a slightly pained expression set on his face. “We leave! NOW!” Melkor shouted his voice dark and fearful. Ungoliant nodded, feeling that now was the time to leave. With great haste, both of them was enveloped by her darkness, as they ran far and fast, covering great distances in a surprisingly short amount of time.

 

They arrived in Lammoth, both of them slightly exhausted from the trip. Ungoliant had not seen any of the former interest or gentleness from her lover. No, he had been preoccupied with the jewels in his hand, jewels that shined so bright that they felt almost painful to look upon.

 

“Melkor” she said, her voice having a mixture of worry and slight hunger in it. “Give those Jewels to me. Prove to me that you hold me dearer than those stones of pure light. Allow me to feed upon them, and then, we shall cover all the lands in my Darkened webs, all for you!” She nearly pleaded with him.

 

Melkor set his gaze upon her, and his face was twisted in anger and disgust. “You think I hold you dear? That I, Greatest of the Ainur, should choose YOU, a bloated, dark insect over THESE!?” The dark Ainur clenched harder on the jewels. “You were little more than a means to an end, a way for me to take the Silmarils for myself! I gave you the Twin Trees – Indeed, you swallowed all of the Wells of Varda! Our bargain is done! Leave my sight!”

There was not a trace of love or caring in his voice – only madness, and dark obsession.

 

Ungoliant felt her heart grow cold, colder than icy peaks of Caradhras! Bitterness and anger swelled inside of her, until she felt nearly consumed by it. From her spinneret, she shot out thick, black webbings, with hit Melkor and forced him back to the cliff-wall, nailing him in place.  Even so, he did not release his grip on the Silmarils.

“Give them to ME, and Melkor the Bastard shall find a quick death!” she shrieked out, her shrill voice echoing against the cliff-walls.

“NEVER!!”

 

She brought her fangs down onto Melkors body, biting hard on his arm, and letting her poison seep into him. The dark Ainur screamed out in pain, a bellow so loud it shook the very mountains around them.

Ungoliant slowly removed her fangs, as she stared intensely at Melkor. She moved her giant fangs closer to the Ainur once more, this time bringing them above his face. But, just before she could bite down on his head, she felt a great lash of pain on her abdomen, that caused her to shriek in immense pain! She turned around, prepared to destroy anyone foolish enough to strike her!

Standing infront of her was four of the most hellish sights anyone can lay their eyes upon.

 

Balrogs.

Clad in shadow, and wielding fire, they roared at the giant spider. The largest of them leaped forward, hurling his burning mace down onto Ungoliants body. The fiery pain was immense, and she knew she had no choice but to flee.

The Balrogs prepared to give chase, but Melkor commanded them to halt, and free him, to leave her be.

 

 

It has been a long time since then. Ungoliant ran to Nan Dungortheb, where she spun a large nest of dark webs. But, before she gave any thought of mating with any other spider, she laid an egg, much larger than any she’d ever lay again. It was pulsating with dark life, for it held the spawn of Ungoliants and Melkors unholy union of flesh.

This egg gestated slowly, and her daughter would not be born for many long ages.

 

But what became of her? Well, that is another tale, for another time…