Non-con November Fics by Elios  

Tyelkormo had always been fond of touching soft things. Even more so when he could get a funny reaction out of others. Feanaro had scolded him for it in the past several times when Makalaurë had complained about it to him.

But how was it Tyelkormo's fault his brother had such a soft ass? And Makalauuë's squeaks of surprise and indignation were hilarious!

After a while though, when Tylekormo got older and visited various places in Valinor more often, he broadened his horizon of victims bit by bit.

His younger cousin, Findarato, was very pretty with his long blonde hair and slim figure. At first, Tyelkormo had mistaken him for a gorgeous woman with how thin his waist was.

Only after he had wrapped both hands around that shapely waist and heard his cousin's voice did he realize he was a man. It did nothing to stop Tyelkormo from feeling him up anytime he got the chance.

Be it at yet another feast where he would sneak up behind his cousin to quickly grope his ass before fleeing or on an average day when Tyelkormo managed to catch him off guard. Either way, he soon learned that the pretty blonde could pack quite the punch, so a quick squeeze and a subsequent retreat turned out to be the best option for Findarato.

Equally funny was Tilion. After Tyelkormo had joined the Hunt, much to Feanor's many objections, the silver haired Maia had quickly caught Tyelkormo's eye. How was it his fault he wanted to squeeze the muscles of his chest when the older Hunter never wore anything to cover them?

The chase after was always very fun too, so even after Oromë scolded him for it, Tyelkormo kept doing it. And not just to Tilion either.

When he saw Irissë among the hunters, he was overjoyed. His fair cousin had always been interesting for her more boyish hobbies, but Nolofinwë had kept her well shielded as his only daughter.

Before Tyelkormo even said hello, he already snuck up behind her to grope her chest. It was large and soft and she made the most delightful sound of surprise. The slap to his face was a tad less pleasant, but Tyelkormo so loved it when they reacted with such fire!

"What was that for, you utter pervert!" She screeched, loud enough to turn several heads. But the other Hunters were so used to his antics by now that when they saw it was Tyelkormo, they just turned back to whatever they were doing.

"They looked soft." Tylekormo shrugged nonchalanetly, blatantly staring at her chest.

Irissë looked around on shock at the lack of reaction but before she could say anything else, Tyelkormo had already reached out to grab her ass as well. This time, she slapped his other cheek before storming off.

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"Don't be so stubborn, just say it already." Melkor growled, tightening his grip on the Herald's face and leaning over him menecingly.

"I will do no such thing! The only Master I have is back in Valinor!" Eönwë spät out, trying to twist his face out of Melkor's grip to no avail. His arms were bound behind him and one of his wings was crumpled at his side.

There had been too many of the Dark one's minions and one of them had grabbed him by the wing, breaking the delicate bones. Thus, he had been captured and dragged into Melkor's throne room.

The Vala was convinced that if he just pressured him enough, the Maia would give into the natural order and defer to the Vala before him as Maiar were made to. And yet, Eönwë continued to resist.

Even getting slapped around did nothing to break his will. "You will call me your master at some point!" He yelled, backhanding Eönwë hard enough to send up flying.

With the state he was in, the Maia could do little more than glare from his place on the ground as Melkor stomped over. He stopped barely a few feet away and nudged Eönwë with his foot harshly.

"I am a Vala and you will defer to me! I will see it done myself!" He would not let his brother's precious Herald escape or remain unbroken. He would claim him through force if need be!

With that thought in mind, Melkor forced Eönwë's legs apart and tore off the Maia's robes. Only broken pieces of his armor had remained up until now, but the last of his plating was now sent scattering across the floor.

"What are you doing?!" Eönwë demanded, trying to kick him. But Melkor easily caught the injured Maia's leg. "Get off of me! This is no way to convince me of doing anything! Doing something like this will only make me hate you more, not want to serve you!"

It was lovely to hear the proud Herald's voice waver with fear and pain when Melkor shoved his fingers into his ass, ignoring his pleas.

"You are a Maia. You are made to serve my kind and I believe a physical bond should work just fine to remind you of that~" Mercilessly, Melkor pushed his cock inside the writhing Maia and began to thrust. It was tight, almost too tight, but he kept going until Eönwë's protests died down into quiet sobs.

With a victorious grin, Melkor finished inside him, staining the inside of his pure Fana. "Well, Herald? What about now? Call me Master and I will make sure the next few times are more pleasurable for you!"

His eyes gleamed with madness, enjoying the Herald's tear stained and pained expression.

"...never." Eönwë whimpered, curling the still in-tact wing around his body.

Melkor rolled his eyes and sighed. "Again, then." He reached out and grabbed the brittle bones tightly, forcing the wing back to the ground as he resumed his merciless thrusting.

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The chains were digging into his wrists, but Melkor still flexed his muscles, trying to break them. It was to no avail. They were made strong enough to hold the strongest of the Valar, so the only thing he could do was scowl up at Tulkas who was still pacing in front of him, visibly riled up by the leftover adrenaline of their fight.

Most of the others had cleared out of the Hall by now, so it was just the two of them. So far, the Wrestler had remained deaf to any manipulative words Melkor had for him. He seemed mostly focused on himself.

"Having trouble coping with the adrenaline?" Melkor teased, still testing the chains. His own heart was still pounding as well, but he was much better at hiding it than the brute in front of him.

Tulkas' eyes snapped to him and there was something in them that made Melkor freeze. "I can deal with it just fine. I just need an outlet." A wide grin spread over his face as he stomped towards Melkor, looming over his bound form.

An outlet? Is he going to beat me up even more? Melkor thought, frowning up at the other Vala. He expected a punch to the face or a kick to the stomach - he didn't expect to have his pants plled off of him.

"Hey, wait-"

But it was too late. Words would not help him with Tulkas and his might failed him. He tried to struggle, but the chains held firm, keeping him trapped and at the Wrestler's mercy.

Soon, his thighs were spread wide to accommodate Tulkas' large body between them. Tulkas spat on Melkor's exposed hole and roughly nudged the first finger inside, then one more and another still.

The stretch burned, but was not nearly as searing as the humiliation. He had no words and was rendered mute as his body was roughly prepared to received the other Vala's cock.

Melkor stared at the large bulge in Tulkas' pants with wide eyes. At least they were alone, so no one could witness this humiliation.

He screamed when the large appendage began to breach him and Tulkas was not a gentle lover. Melkor could only endure and bite his tongue as his body was invaded time and time again. His face was red with rage and indignity, but the rustling sound of chains served as an ever present reminder that he held no power here...

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