Chapter 4: The Darkening of Valinor
Her foul female form was before him, sinewy and covered in congealed shadow. "Come, blackheart!" she rasped. He took a step toward her, and she reached out a claw-like hand to grasp his waist. It seemed that her arms became many limbs that wrapped about him.
"I shall give thee whatever is thy desire," Melkor spoke. He forced himself to lift his chin, and suddenly kissed her foul mouth. Hissing and making inhuman noises, she wrapped her arms and legs about him. At last the vile kiss was broken and she bit his neck with sudden ferocity. The Dark Lord growled and pulled her tighter to him, for so great was his lust for the destruction that was to come that he would suffer even her desires, in order that she would aid him in his plan.
And so great was Ungoliant's lust that Melkor knew he had to give himself to her, whether as her prey or in the dark shadows of her foul bed. He groaned under her evil caresses and pushed back against her hungry tongue.
But is it not true that some spiders eat their mates?
Melkor strode towards the Two Trees, and though none could see his face, great was the evil upon it. He struck the base of each tree with his spear, and as Ungoliant drank from the trees, Night fell in Valinor, but her thirst was not yet quenched. Night spread over the land. Through the unnatural shadows, thicker than any that had lain yet upon Valinor, Melkor came to Formenos and seized the last light of the Two Trees, the Silmarils, which shone with a light so pure and strong that the Vala desired to darken them with his hand. This Age of the world would end and a New Age would rise.
"I am hungry, Melkor," Ungoliant hissed. She had already finished all the light there was to be had in that land, all but the jewels before her.
Beholding the Silmarils, Melkor replied, "And I promise to repay thee for thy aid."