"Nerdanel, sweetheart, are you coming to bed?"
Nerdanel rolled her eyes and called down the hall, "No, not tonight, Fëanor, I have a headache." The truth was she didn't have a headache at all, she just found Fëanor pathetic - an overly sensitive, high-strung artist that she didn't want to be around, let alone touch. He was all the more pathetic for still trying with her, still reaching out, not getting it through his thick skull that she'd lost interest in him long ago. She was only staying with him for the sake of their two youngest, and not even that was enough, she had no love for the brats; she fantasized about leaving, some days.
Fëanor went to bed alone again, and Nerdanel waited in the guest chamber. In the middle of the night her visitors arrived - Ehtëkáno, a hunter, and his companion Laurëlótë, a bard. In the early days of their courtship Nerdanel would have entertained them for awhile, listening to stories of Ehtëkáno and Laurëlótë's adventures, letting Laurëlótë play and sing for her. But now she reached out to begin undressing them as soon as they stepped into the room, and feverishly led them over to the bed, where she lay down and spread, arching herself.
"Fuck me now. Both of you," she commanded.
What the lady demanded, the lady received. Even if they had not been fully willing, there was no denying the Queen.
_
Years later, Nerdanel finally left Fëanor - using his exile to Formenos as an excuse for why she was not joining him, blaming his rash behavior of pulling his sword on his own kinsman, when she knew of course that Fëanor and Fingolfin did not truly hate each other and it was a ruse to avoid suspicion of their incestuous affair. Nerdanel had never minded Fëanor's relationship with Fingolfin - it kept him busy when she had lost interest. But Fëanor had never lost interest in her, and now Nerdanel found her way out, bored with him. She was so bored that she couldn't help but take some delight in mocking him on her way out, calling him stupid once again, and she trashed his forge, smashing glass and gems and sabotaging manuscripts that he'd spent countless hours on.
And when the idiot was gone, it was time to celebrate. Once again Ehtëkáno and Laurëlótë arrived, and she was insatiable for them, so insatiable that when they lay there, spent and exhausted, she was still demanding, "More."
"We brought someone with us in anticipation of your needs, my lady," Laurëlótë said. "They are waiting in the greatroom."
"What! Send him in!"
But it was not a him - it was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman Nerdanel had ever laid eyes on. She had a flood of long black hair, the grey eyes of the Noldor, sensuous full lips, ample breasts. "This is Ninqeri," Laurëlótë said.
Ninqeri curtsied. "Greetings, my lady -"
"Shut up and undress," Nerdanel barked.
Ninqeri undressed slowly. She was indeed as pale as her name suggested, as pale as milk, and Nerdanel wanted to lap her up. Nerdanel could not help touching herself as Ninqeri removed her clothing, exposing herself bit by bit, teasing her, and when Ninqeri was completely nude, Nerdanel's fingers were thoroughly slick with her own juices.
Ninqeri walked over and climbed on the bed. Nerdanel stuck her fingers in Ninqeri's mouth for the fair maiden to taste her cream.
Ninqeri obediently sucked Nerdanel's fingers, licked them... and then bit them. Her teeth were sharper than that of any Elf, and Nerdanel's mouth opened - not even able to scream, voice stolen by the shock and pain and horror - as Ninqeri bit off Nerdanel's fingers, chewing, blood spilling down her chin.
Nerdanel's voice came back in an ear-splitting scream as Ninqeri transformed into a giant spider. The spider shot a web over Nerdanel's wrists to bind her, then the head of the spider dove down to Nerdanel's cunt and began to eat. Biting, chewing. Ehtëkáno covered Nerdanel's mouth to muffle her screams as the spider devoured her, and when the spider was finished with her cunt, one leg was consumed, then the other... then the arms. Flesh, muscle, bone and all. Nerdanel was wearing a bracelet made from a silver spoon, and Ungoliant even ate the bracelet.
At last Nerdanel could not scream anymore, for the spider had eaten her guts and heart and lungs. The spider moved up to eat her throat then her mouth as well, lips, tongue, and teeth. The teeth had such a lovely crunch. The spider saved the eyes for last.
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After a good meal, Ungoliant liked to climb a tree and rest. She did that now, climbing atop the evergreen tree where Nerdanel and Fëanor had taken their wedding vows. Melkor waited by the tree as Ungoliant took her rest. Ungoliant couldn't remember being this full, and it had gone from the point of satisfying to being uncomfortable.
But even more uncomfortable than the bloated feeling was the aftertaste. Ungoliant was a creature of Unlight, the foulest in existence, but Ungoliant knew other foul things when she smelled them, when she tasted them. There was a taste in her mouth now like the scent of Mairon, and it was putrid.
Ungoliant needed to get the taste of Nerdanel out of her mouth. She snapped a sprig from the tree, taking care to leave the small cone intact with its bristles, and then she made paste from the sap and her own venom. She applied the paste to the bristly cone and began to brush her teeth.
"That's better," Ungoliant said, and burped. The burp rattled her stomach enough that she felt the intense need to shit, and she shat off the top of the tree, down onto Melkor, who began to stroke his cock as her filth rained over him. Now the satisfying feeling returned as Ungoliant heard the silver spoon of Nerdanel's bracelet chime as it tumbled against the tree, and hit Melkor in the cock.
"Melkor, dear, you should have a cock ring made from that very spoon," Ungoliant cooed.