The suffocating pressure of a long, dark day in Angband, filled with the clamor of war and the unending toil of dominion, finally began to recede. The massive, echoing command chambers were silent, and the last of the lieutenants had been dismissed. In your private chambers, shared with the two most formidable powers in all of Arda, a different kind of authority was now being asserted.

You lay upon the plush furs of the great bed, the soft, cool texture a welcome respite against your skin. The air, typically heavy with the scent of sulfur and ambition, now carried the more subtle, intimate aromas of sweat and power. First, the presence of Mairon settled over you. He was the heat from the forge, the keen mind now softened by exhaustion, his every nerve alive with the desire for release. He moved with a dancer's grace, his body a perfect counterpoint to yours as he settled against your legs, his hands finding purchase on your hips. He was a song of raw hunger, a fire-laced purr of a being finally giving in to his deepest needs. His breaths, a little quick, a little shallow, betrayed the intensity of his yearning, the long day's tension finally finding its focus in you.

Then, the immense, encompassing presence of Melkor. The Dark Lord himself, who had bent mountains to his will and shattered stars, now bent his immense frame over you both, a final, conquering weight slowly thrusting onto you. He was the gravity of the cosmos, the silent, terrifying force that held all things in place. His hands, massive and scarred from ages of domination, were surprisingly gentle as they framed your face, his dark eyes looking down upon the scene with a possessive, consuming hunger. He was a low, resonant rumble of satisfaction, a profound, unyielding sigh of a being finally home, with all that truly mattered within his grasp. You were the soft, willing space between two worlds: the sharp, fervent heat of Mairon's desperate need, and the crushing, all-encompassing weight of Melkor's ultimate claim. You were held, worshipped, and utterly, completely consumed in the dark, intimate embrace that was the culmination of all the power and torment of Angband.