answers to reviewers questions or statements:

Fenrir44: Yes, Peter and Írimë were a thing in the past before their relationship fell apart for a number of reasons. Galadriel's distrust in regards to Peter isn't because she cant read his mind, it's his lineage and his actions of the First Age that make her wary of him.

orion399: We'll be seeing bits of what ended Peter and Írimë's relationship soon.

superpirece: I don't know, maybe because I made it a thing for this story maybe?

Ryu otsutsuki: No.

Silver crow: Peter has a number of reasons to dislike Gondor, the deal that Isildur refused to honor is actually pretty low on that list. Yes, Sauron is aware that Peter is realistically the only being in all of Middle-Earth at the moment that poses a very real and genuine threat to his plans to be Arda's new Dark Lord.

Guest: When I get to it maybe?

Zerecue: Given how little there is of Black Speech, I'm honestly not gonna bother trying to find a translation. But I may have it that Peter's keeping that name to himself. Besides, Liante can be seen as a insult to the Elves by Morgoth by using their language to name what he hoped would be their doom.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit characters seen, mentioned or used.

"You brought this is on yourself Shelob"

The Queen of Spider's eyes narrowed as she glared bloodshot red eyes at her sibling, her face was covered in dark bruises, dried blood, cuts and her robes were torn to the point that she stood with her breasts bruised and exposed to the world at large.

"Silence!" she growled as she took a step forward and fought back the urge to wince as her leg flared in pain from where Peter bit her earlier in his true form.

"All you had to do was let me leave" Peter said with a scowl, a series of cuts on his face were slowly healing "But instead you had to be difficult"

"Another word and I'll rip your eyes out" Shelob hissed as she leaned forward and roughly seized Peter's hair as he hung upside down before her, his body covered in her magically enforced webbing "And feed them to my brood"

"I hope they choke on it" Peter snarled as Shelob rip her hand away, taking a few strands of her with her "The upside, I wont have to look at you anymore for some time until my eyes regrow. Who knows, perhaps you'll be less of a blight upon the eye and not make me wanna curse whoever invented vision itself"

Shelob paused and looked down at her brother's face with an unreadable expression before her hand suddenly reached out and seized the part of the cocoon he was in that laid over his groin. Peter groaned, more in pain than anything else as he felt Shelob's fingers dig into the webbing and seize his member and squeeze.

"And yet, your hard for me" Shelob stated as she gave Peter another hard squeeze that caused him to yelp in pain as she withdrew her hand. She couldn't help the grin that spread over her face as she looked at the torn webbing and could faintly see part of his cock hidden within.

"I was thinking of the harem of Orcess my father used to rut with before Angband's fall" Peter spat out with a blush as he struggled to free himself of his prison.

Shelob scoffed at this "But not your beloved Elven whore?"

Peter froze in his movements and slowly turned a dark glare towards Shelob, his eyes glowing red with anger as he spoke with a dark snarl tat would leave a Warg whimpering in terror.

"Don't. Call. Her. That!"

"And what if I do dear brother?" Shelob asked with a raised brow as her face, and the rest of her body, began to slowly heal itself, returning her to her dark beauty "Will you hurt me again? Torment me?"

"I'll break you" Peter hissed.

Shelob grinned darkly at this, her eyes glowing with a malevolent power as she bent forward at the waist and cupped her brother's cheek in a almost loving way as she spoke in a low sensual whisper.

"You may try"

And with that, Shelob slammed her lips into Peter's, biting down viscously on his lips and forcing them to part so that she could invade his mouth with her tongue. Peter made a series of sounds that stated his displeasure of his sister's actions while Shelob, keeping her lips locked with Peter's, slowly maneuvered her body so that she was upside down with Peter. Her arms wrapped around his neck while her legs wrapped around where his waist was located. The dark lady of Mordor moaned into her kiss with Peter as she grinded her groin against his.

Peter made several more noises of protest before they began to subside as he found his lips responding to Shelob's actions and his own tongue began to strike at her's, slowly pushing it back into her mouth. Shelob seemed to approve of this as she ran one of her hands through Peter's hair, her nails lengthening to lightly prick at his scalp while her ankles hooked themselves over the small of Peter's back. The hand that wasn't running through Peter's hair quickly reached down, or up in this case, to where she knew Peter's partly exposed cock laid and felt herself grin at the hardness of it and began to tear some of the webbing around it away while she lined her body up with his.

"W-Wait-" Peter was able to break his and Shelob's kiss for a moment before he let out a gasp as Shelob slid him into her.

"Ahhh…" Shelob gasped at the feeling of Peter being inside of her again after almost two thousand years.

He was still as thick and as deep as ever and she felt her body shake a little as his member throbbed at the tight, warm, grip she had on him. She could also hear and feel his arms begin ripping away at the webbing restraining them before they wrapped around Shelob's body, his fingers digging into her back like talons.

"Yesss…" Shelob broke her kiss and hissed in the darkness as she began to rock her hips against Peter.

Peter groaned at the feeling of Shelob's walls lightly squeezing his member as it delved deeper into her snatch. With a growl, Peter sent a particularly hard thrust into Shelob, causing her to yelp before she fell into a fit of giggling as Peter began to increase the speeds of his humping while the two began to sway back and forth from he force of Peter's thrusts.

"Yes dear brother… yessss…" Shelob gasped as she manipulated the walls of her sex to clench and unclench Peter's cock.

It'd been too long since she's felt this way, too long since she and her beloved have been joined in the purest way imaginable. A part of her hated how her mother raised her to love and lust for her brother, had she herself began to desire him as time went on. True she wouldn't hesitate to rip his throat out if given the chance, and admittedly because the very image was amusing, but she could never outright see him die. It was a pity that Peter continued to refuse his inner nature to take what he wanted, to take her, Middle-Earth, even his little harem of Elf bitches. He could have it all and there wasn't a damn thing in all of Arda that could stop him.

'Perhaps the events to come will fix that' Shelob thought with a moan as she felt herself cum on her brother's prick.

Peter growled at the grip Shelob had on him and reached up to seize her by the hair, forcing her head to turn and expose her throat before he shot forward and sank his teeth into it, drawing blood and a pain yet pleasure filled gasp from his dark haired sibling. Shelob began to rock her hips against Peter's faster and faster, matching the pain in her neck with the pleasure between her legs.

The sudden sound of something tearing and snapping caused the two to pause and look up to see the webbing holding Peter up and mostly in place was giving way from the two's actions. Before either could do anything, the web snapped and they both fell to the cold stone floor in a undignified heap. Shelob let out a laugh while Peter groaned, partly because of the stone now poking into his back, while the rest of his discomfort came from the way Shelob landed on him, his cock stull buried in her.

"Ow..." Peter said as he lifted Shelob off him "Only you can make sex hurt"

"Yes, blame me for every woe you suffer" Shelob licked her lips as she lifted her foot and rested it against Peter's chest.

She pressed down on him before he suddenly grabbed her leg and pushed her off, causing her to stumble back before he was suddenly behind her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. The last daughter of Ungoliant hummed as she pressed her back into Peter's chest while his cock pressed tightly against her rear. For a moment, they stood there, enjoying the simple proximity of one another before Peter grabbed Shelob by the nape of her neck and threw her towards the mound of webbing that was her nest. Shelob let out a throaty moan as she fell on to it and looked over her shoulder just as Peter climbed on top of her and captured her lips with his own. The Dark mistress moaned like a shameless harlot while Peter's hands traveled across her pale flesh while he reached down and guided his cock to her snatch, stopping to lightly probe her ass with a teasing grin before he slowly inserted himself back into Shelob's warm depths.

And that was the last coherent thing Shelob could comprehend before her mind was lost in a sea of pleasure...

...

Several hours later, or perhaps it was days, Peter sat on the remains of Shelob's nest and examined the remans of his armor with a displeased look on his face. He'll have to find a forge to fix it, and he sure as Utumno's dark halls wasn't going scavenge amongst Orc encampments and use their substandard metals to replace or repair it.

'Maybe I can head back down to Minas Ithil and see if I can have a smith down there repair it... or just slip into his forge and help myself' Peter thought before he heard a moan from behind him.

Peter glanced over his shoulder to see Shelob lying bare on the mass of webbing that made up her nest, her hair tussled, her pale skin dotted with bite marks, scratches and bruises form their rutting while her legs were parted slightly to show his seed still leaking from her mound. She seemed to sense Peter's gaze on her, which given her power it was very likely, and cracked open an eye and stared at him with a smirk. Peter scowled at her as he turned away while Shelob propped her head up on her hand and rested a hand on her hip.

"Still as ravenous as ever my dear brother"

"Fuck you" Peter bit out.

"You have" Shelob teased with a lick of her lips while her hand drifted from her hip to the space between her legs and lightly trailed a finger across her cum drenched slit "Many, many times. Why, I may be carrying another child of yours soon"

"Great" Peter said with a grunt "Just what this world needs, more of me running around. Shrada will love to hear he'll have more brothers and sisters soon"

Shelob hummed as an inky black energy began to gather around the spider queen and form into her robes from earlier "Perhaps if you took part in their development, they would turn out better than Sharad's siblings did. They'd certainly last longer if nothing else"

"I rather they don't" Peter said with a snort as he climbed off the mound of webbing and made his way towards the more stable stone floor that made up the chamber.

Shelob's response was a low growl that was drawn out by the arrival of a large Olog-hai that was covered in webs and wore the carcass of one of Shelob's larger brood like some sort of armor. Peter gave the large war troll and raised brow, even by Olog standards he was big, easily a foot higher than most and possibly a hundred pounds of more muscle at least.

"My Mistress..." the Olog kneeled before Shelob as if she were some deity to be worshipped.

"Ah, Az-Baruk, punctual as always" Shelob said in a pleased tone towards the large war troll.

"You truly have no class, do you?" Peter said with a shake of his head " Ologs? I mean what's next, Orcs?"

Shelob gave Peter a dark look "If your implying that I've mated with the Olog here, than don't. He is a valued servant, nothing more"

"And I'm a Dwarf... as tall as an elf" Peter replied with a scoff as he glanced at the Olog "You should've taken up residence with a Balrog, you'll live longer and die more mercifully"

Az-Baruk's response was a look of confusion while Shelob merely hissed at Peter before she gestured to a large cavern not too far away from the three of them that had several large spiders the size of a human torso crawling around it "Ar-Baruk here will escort you through there. It'll lead you to Udûn"

"I don't need a guide" Peter said with a dismissive wave "I can find my own way there. Preferably outside in the open somewhat breathable air"

"But the way I'm offering will be the fastest" Shelob stated with an unimpressed look "Speed will be of the essence"

"Well if you think so, than I guess I'll need to take the long way" Peter said with a roll of the eyes as he turned to leave.

Ar-Baruk seemed furious with the casual disrespect that Peter was treating his mistress with and made to climb to his feet and beat him into submission before a single glance from Shelob froze him to the spot.

"Attack my beloved brother Ar-Baruk, and I'll rip you apart" Shelob said with a hiss.

While she too was annoyed an even angered by Peter's gross disrespect to her, the idea of one of her servants even trying to lay a hand on him without her permission infuriated her. He was her's to touch, her's to punish and no one else's. Not her children, not some Elf bitch, and most certainly not some inbred troll that thinks himself her champion.

"Don't listen to her, attack me, please" Peter said as he turned towards the Olog-hai with a slightly amused look on his face "Especially if it angers my dear sister here"

Shelob growled at Peter while Ar-Baruk remained where he was, unwilling to disobey his mistress's command. Peter seemed annoyed by this and turned his attention back to the Queen of Spiders.

"What's in Udûn that's so special anyway? Aside from a great big monstrosity of a gate and a bunch of idiots standing guard over it" Peter asked with a frown.

"You'll find a Ranger there-" Shelob began before Peter interrupted her with a snort.

"Really, a Ranger at the Black Gate? Who would've thought I'd find one there of all places" Peter said in a dry, sarcastic tone.

The knowledge that Rangers have been standing guard over the Black Gate since the end of the War of the Last Alliance wasn't exactly a secret. In fact a number of rangers that Peter's encountered over the years have at one point or another stood watch over the dreaded entryway to Mordor at some point in their lives. A common theme, Peter noticed with amusement, was that it was one of the most boring, most asinine posts in all of Gondor.

'Or Mordor if you wanna be accurate' Peter thought.

"His name is Talion" Shelob said with anger building in her tone as the shadows began to grow around her "He has a part to play in the events to come that could lead to the final defeat of Sauron"

"Heard that before" Peter said with a scoff before he cleared his throat before he began to speak in a poor imitation of what Shelob assumed was supposed to be her voice "Seek out the man called Isildur, he has a part to play in the events to come that will lead to the defeat of Sauron"

Peter than stopped and gave the dark beauty a deadpanned look "And look where we are now. Several thousand years after the fact and having to once again contend with the bastard"

"This is different, I have foreseen it" Shelob snapped in anger and annoyance while a faint blush began to creep across her pale face.

"Says every seer whose been proven wrong in the past" Peter said with a shake of his head "Is it really so hard to admit you were wrong? Honestly, it's not that hard. I admit to being wrong all the time!"

"That is because you never made the right decisions in the first place" Shelob huffed.

"Your right" Peter said with a nod "For starters, I should've taken up your offer to join you and at the time, your beloved Dark Lord when he first re-emerged in Middle-Earth. I'm sure things would've ended much better for everyone that was involved had I been there to warn Sauron about letting you into his bed... or whatever he uses to sleep. You know, after looking at how our mother and my father ended up, are you really surprised you and Sauron didn't last?"

"What we had was different!" Shelob snapped with eyes glowing with rage "He and I were to rule Middle-earth together! We were to bring order to this chaotic world "

"...Keep thinking that" Peter said in a tone so dry that it made a desert of sand seem like a ocean "Dumbass"

In an instant Shelob was before him with a dark glare etched on her face. Peter took an involuntary step back at the suddenly proximity of his sister before his eyes narrowed in response. Out of the corner of his eye, Shelob's Olog watched the two with an uneasy expression on his face, torn between wanting to come to his mistress's defense and obeying the command of his mistress to not touch Peter. The tension began to grown and thicken as Ungoliant's most powerful children stared one another down until Shelob's gaze flickered from Peter's and she let out a sigh.

"Your an ass" she muttered as she stepped back.

"Part of my charm" Peter remarked with a shrug as he turned towards Ar-Baruk and gave him a shooing motion "Let's get going Ar-Baruk. It'll take several days to reach Udûn at least"

The Olog grunted with a nod as he turned and quickly made his way towards the tunnel, his heavy footfalls creating small tremors and causing a few of Shelob's smaller brood to hiss in displeasure. Peter watched the troll go for a few moments before he made to follow when Shelob spoke, her lips close to his ear.

"Do be careful brother. It'd be a shame if I and your miserable little Elf lover lost you to the dregs of Mordor" she whispered.

Peter growled at his sister for several moments before he sighed as he stepped away from Shelob and followed after Az-Baruk "Times like this where I really fucking hate you Shelob..."

The dark mistress of Mordor smirked as she watched her brother depart "And my love for you dear brother is ever enduring and ever lasting"

Somehow, Peter doubted that very, very much.

'And even if she did, her version of love is something I'd rather not have' Peter thought as he silently followed Az-Baruk into the tunnel hat would lead them towards Udûn.

The tunnel itself was rather smooth despite the fact it was half a mile underground, like it was made from actual workers rather than through nature. The scuttling of hundreds if not thousands of spiders could be heard echoing all around Peter and Az-Burak and the air smelled heavily of silk. Peter didn't mind it much, it reminded him of the wing of Angband that Peter used to live in in his youth, though there was less of a sense of dread with a strong undercut of rage from the stronghold's lord.

'Also, less Orcs running around' Peter thought as he watched Az-Burak stumble over a small crack in the floor before he continued on his way 'Wonder how Shelob was able to gain the loyalty of a Olog of all things. They're pretty loyal to Sauron last I checked'

"The mistress seems to hold you in high favor" Az-Burak muttered in Black Speech.

"So she does" Peter responded in Westron. The Olog seemed to bristle at the response, though more from the fact it wasn't in Black Speech or any of the other languages of Mordor "Not jealous are you?"

The Olog glanced back at Peter over his shoulder with his eyes narrowed before he grunted "No"

"That's good, don't want to make this whole trip more awkward than it already is" Peter said with a shrug.

Az-Burak responded with a simple grunt as they continued through the darkened cavern.

...

Shelob watched the departure of her beloved brother with a faint grin on her face before it fell as Peter descended into the depths of the caverns that made up her home. She reached down and rested a hand on her stomach, right above where her womb was, with a thoughtful look on her face. She could sense Peter's seed taking root inside her and concluded that she'll be birthing their children in a few weeks. A part of her was tempted to set them upon Elrond's daughter for trying to take Peter from her but refrained from acting on this impulse. The last time Shelob made a move against whatever lover that Peter had taken at the time, it usually ended badly for just about everyone involved in some form or fashion.

'Why does he continue to seek out comfort in their arms?' Shelob thought with a frown as she returned to the comforts of her nest and laid about it's surface while he children began to process of cleaning up the chamber from her and Peter's earlier fight 'Their nature and his will never be at peace. Melkor and the Valar's influence on the two run too deep, their hate for one another and their conflicting natures of light and darkness are too strong to ever truly resist. Peter will be better off accepting this and returning to me than seek out some ill fated love with a She-Elf'

Than again, the knowledge that she's able to still rut with her brother despite the fact he's with another woman was rather exciting. To know that when Peter returns to Arwen, and when the Elf's body lays with his, phantom pleasures from her and Peter's own rut will hang over it.

'I wonder if Peter's past lovers ever suspected I had him before he returned to them?' Shelob thought with a dark chuckle as her body was briefly covered in shadows before vanishing and leaving her nude atop of her nest.

She raised a hand up to her lips and very slowly began to lick her fingers before she trailed them down her body, stopping briefly to tweak with her nipples before moving farther to her still sensitive pussy and began to slowly toy with her clit...

She couldn't wait for her next meeting with her beloved brother... pity he wont enjoy it nearly as much as she will.

...

And done.

Next chapter, Peter arrives in Udûn...