Non-con November Fics by Elios  

Day 3 - "Call me Master"

"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.