67 ~ Melkor

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Melkor staggered backwards and towards the huge throne with Mairon still in his arms, as he kissed him fervently. Their lips met and parted in biting little kisses, poor concealed growls and groans echoing in the vast hall.

Melkor could not care less for the orc guards' presence as he sat down onto his mighty chair, dragging the Maia along with him so he was now sitting in his lap. One of the orcs shifted uneasily as he watched them subtly from the corner of the eye.

"They're staring at us, you know?" the Vala chuckled as he bit playfully at his lieutenant's ear lobe.

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