**Thanks to my beta-reader, for the hotness of the story only ;) thanks Desislava Ivanova, we just see life the same way
CHAPTER 1
You've always been a big Tolkien fan and you've read the Hobbit and LOTR series more times than you can count. You always loved to dream about how it would be to live in Middle Earth with all these fantastic creatures. But really got your imagination running wild was your first viewing of the Hobbit movie. When you first saw Thorin Oakenshield on screen, you almost fell out your chair at his hotness and every night since then, you've been fantasizing about him and what you would do to him if you ever got your hands on him for real.
One night, which seems like any other night really, you go to bed, close your eyes and start to imagine Thorin entering your bedroom. That idea alone is enough to get you wet and you start to touch yourself… But you are so extremely tired that night that you falter from reality to dream and you are having a hard time reaching orgasm which always comes so easily when you are thinking of him. Your head suddenly starts to throb and spin and though you are fighting to get your eyes open you are unable to. You stop touching yourself, clenching at the sheets in fright instead. The world keeps spinning around you and you suddenly feel very cold and you can no longer feel the sheets around your body. You struggle again to open your eyes and at first, all you see is blackness all around. Even though you can't quite make out where you are, you know instinctively you are no longer at home in your bed, which of course make no sense at all. You tell yourself you must have fallen asleep while dreaming of Thorin. You turn your head around and images start to form in front of your eyes. Marble floor and walls. A door made of steel bars, fire torches hanging from the celling… where the hell are you? What just happened here? You're confused and frankly a bit scared because this seems to be all too real for a dream… You suddenly hear someone's alarmed voice but you soon realize the person is speaking in an alien language and you can't understand a single thing. The man arrives in front your… well you can only imagine it to be a 'cell' really, and looks at you in utter shock. You examine him and you are stricken by his appearance: long straight dark brown hair, braided at the temples, what seems like a sort of silvery crown on his brow, a long blueish tunic that shines under the light of the torches and an absolute perfect face. Perfect complexion, delicate lines in his jaw, deep intelligent brown eyes and you suddenly come to realize that he looks a whole lot like an Elf. Of course he would! If you keep fantasizing about Thorin before you go to sleep it would only make sense that one day, you would end up dreaming about Elves too.
The Elf starts to ask you a bunch of what sound like questions, though you don't understand what he says to you. So you start speaking English and telling him that this is all a big mistake etc. when a crazy idea crosses your mind. You look around yourself and you touch the bars of your cell, and you smell the hint of flowery perfume coming from the Elf and you decide that this is all too real to be a dream. You must, somehow, have time travelled into this place, for some reason or another. It doesn't make a lot of sense of course, but it is the only explanation you can come up with and you start to explain this to the Elf before you. He looks at you with shock and steps away from the cell door.
After explaining yourself for what seems like an eternity to the Elf and the other curious ones that have gathered around your cell, you demand to speak to the person in charge to sort this out. At this, the guards send for « King Thranduil ». You startle at the mention of this familiar name and the guards don't fail to notice this. « You know of our King then, human? ». « I am sorry, I don't understand what is going on here, but I must ask, where are we right now? ». The Elves look around at each other with confusion, but no one answer you, so you go on : « Are we in Mirkwood? ». The guards step back in horror at your words, not understanding how you would know such a thing but one of them slightly nods his head. So this confirms it then, you have somehow been transported into the tales you so fervently cherish.
You wait to see Thranduil and when he appears in all his grace before your eyes, you're almost brought to tears. Thranduil is unsure of how to respond to your reaction though and hesitation crosses his features only for a split second. He asks a bunch of questions. You call him by name; you speak of his son Legolas of Mirkwood, of the Hobbits of the Shire, of the dwarves of Erebor etc… Thranduil seems a bit shocked that you should know so much; though you look and sound so alien to his world but he continues to listen to you with looks a little bit like curiosity.
The news of your arrival spreads through Mirkwood like wild fires, Elves marveling at the possibility of your existence and presence… Soon enough, news travels even further reaching way past the borders of Mirkwood in all others parts of Middle Earth and the other races here of what has transpired in the dungeons of Mirkwood too.
A representative of each race of Middle Earth is sent to come and have a look at you and try to understand your purpose here. You are excited to meet most of them as you are fond of most from having read of them so many time in your books. This is like a dream come true for you and you enjoy every moment of it. Still, an uneasy feeling rest in you as you wonder why the race of Dwarves haven't yet come to visit you. You understand all too well that dwarves wouldn't want to be caught dead in the land of the Elves, but still you wish you could see him at least once before you wake up from this dream or before you are sent travelling back to your own world!
But the days past and it's mostly man from your species that come to visit the dungeons, intrigued that a fellow 'man' would come from anywhere else than Middle Earth and they keep asking you a several questions to which you do not have the answers to. You grow weary of this situation which started out amazing and is now turning out to be long days of questioning and you being all alone in a cell with no way of getting back home.
One day, while resting on you bedroll, feeling desperate and tired you hear commotion near the dungeon doors. Sounds like people arguing. You lean over to try and see what's going on from between the bars of your cells door. You can catch a glimpse of the Elven King but as usual, it's hard to tell anything from the look on his face. But he seems to be staring down at something… or someone. Then you hear it, this deep gravely baritone voice and it almost steals your breath away.
« I did not travel all the way here, ElvenKing, for you to refuse me an audience with that creature. I will she her at once. »
A thrill runs through you from head to toe when you recognize Thorin Oakenshield's voice. Finally, you think inwardly. All thoughts leave your brain when you see him walking down the stairs to your cell. He is even more majestic than you ever could imagine. He walks with the assurance of a King down the stairs and looks up at you and your eyes meet for the first time. You almost fall to your knees in awe at his perfect beauty but you keep your composure. He walks toward the door of your cell and examines you from head to toe. He doesn't seem particularly impressed with you as he turns to Thranduil : « Is that it? ».
You rapidly understand that if you don't find a way to get Thorin's attention, he's going to walk away and never come back so you wait for him to turn his gaze back on you. You decide to play on his arrogance and pride so when he does look at you once again, you very slowly get down on one knee, without ever breaking eye contact with him and you whisper: « my King Thorin ». Thorin's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline in surprise that you should know who he is.
« Who are you, human? » You smirk up at him a little, a slight smile caressing your mouth as you keep staring at him with defiance, but you don't answer him.
« I will not ask you again. If you know my name then you know that I have very little patience for those who defy me. Who are you? »
You smile again at him to piss him off a bit more. « I am not of this world. But I know of you and your quest. I can offer great advice as people from my world are blessed with the Sight. »
« The Sight? What do you mean and how do you know about my quest? »
« I know a lot about you, Thorin Oakenshield. And I know of your intentions to reclaim Erebor. As I have said, my people are blessed with the Sight. It means we can foresee events to come. »
This greatly peeks Thorin's interesting and he starts to press you for more information.
« You will tell me, right now, what you think will come to pass. »
« I will do no such thing. »
« You presume to disobey me? I am King and you will answer me! »
« You are not King yet, Thorin Oakenshield. » and you smile slyly at him again, which only fuels Thorin's anger further. He steps closer to the door of you cell and grabs the bars with both hands, so hard his knuckles turn white and he speaks to you through clenched teeth: « I won't stand here and let a human speak to me in such a manner. You will tell me what I want to know or I'll torture the words out of you. »
Though you are a bit scared at Thorin's words, his anger and the pure heated energy that washes off him arouses you beyond belief. You are still on bended knees in front of him and you can't control yourself anymore, you must show him how he makes you feel at this very moment, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You stare at him and you wickedly and slowly run your tongue over your upper lip with the corner of your mouth slightly turning up into a half smile. Thorin's angered gaze falls to your mouth and you notice that his breath catches when he sees you do this. You stand up, slowly, deliberately, your eyes fixated on his. He doesn't back away but a look of uncertainty crosses his features. You take the time to examine him : his large hands on the bars, his short and thick fingers… you imagine them on you, in you and the heat that started pooling at the base of your spine the moment he raised his voice at you, only gets hotter. You look at his face, his strong jaw, his delicate lips, his soft beard, the infinite blue of his eyes as he meets your gaze… He is more perfect here, in person, right in front of you, then you could ever have imagined… you could just reach out and touch him right now….
Thorin seems unsure of how to react at you being so close to him and examining him as you are, he can feel your breath on him as you devour him with your eyes. Your lips part slightly and his gazes drops to your mouth once again and you repeat your previous lip licking to his delight and he lets out the tiniest groan before letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You know then, that you got him hooked. He's never been challenged like this, no one dared to defy his authority, to refuse to answer him or obey him and you are a human woman to make things worse… but all this seems to turn him on, though he would never admit it…
You step away a little to see his reaction and you come to realise you had completely forgotten about Thranduil, who is still in the room with both of you. You turn your attention to him and you realise with surprise that Thranduil is looking intently at Thorin, as if you were not even in the room. His lips are not pressed in a hard line like usual. His mouth seems a bit more relaxed and he has quite a curious expression on his face and you can't quite make it out. While you're looking at Thranduil, Thorin seems to wake from his haze and gets back to the point at hand.
« Nice try, human, but you did not answer my question. »
You turn around casually, « I owe you no allegiance, dwarf. » and you turn your gaze toward Thranduil, with complete disinterest for Thorin.
Thorin's temper flares again, « I will not tolerate this insolence! », and he turns on his heels and leaves the dungeon.
This time, you notice Thranduil's reaction. He startles only slightly when Thorin's voice gets up a notch in his frustration and he clenches his teeth a little. You look closer and realize that Thranduil's chest is heaving up and down faster than would be natural for an Elf, and his eyes are darker than usual…. It dawns on your then that Thranduil is getting turned on by Thorin's anger toward you at least as much as you are and an evil but delicious plan starts to form in your mind…
Thranduil is about to follow in Thorin's footsteps but you stop him.
« King Thranduil, I might have an interesting proposition for you. We would both benefit from it I believe, and all of it at the expense of the dwarf. »
This undoubtedly peaks Thranduil's interest but he doesn't show it.
« You have nothing to offer me human, which would interest me. »
« On the contrary, I have something that very much interests you from what I have just noticed… I offer you a chance to have your way with Thorin Oakenshield. »
No surprise registers on the Elf's features but he takes a few moments before answering, walking slowly toward your cell and lowering his tone, as if he didn't want others to hear…
« If you are implying that I would have an interest in having anything to do with the dwarf, I assure you, you are thoroughly mistaken. »
« I wouldn't bet on that. I saw how you reacted to Thorin's anger. He turns you on. You want nothing more than to have your wicked way with him, own him, control him, make him yours… make him… beg »
This time the ElvenKing falters and catches his breath at your words, though he still and always keeps his composure. He asks all the guards to leave the room at once and gets even closer to your cell door.
« What of it? I fail to see how that is relevant to your situation… what is it that you have in mind. …? »
When Thorin walked into the room, he was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't know why he had agreed to this meeting with the Elf and the human, but getting information about his upcoming quest seem like an interesting proposition. However, he didn't want you to reveal anything about his quest for Erebor in front of the ElvenKing. He wasn't even sure if he actually believed you when you said you had the Sight. But then again, you had appeared out of nowhere from another world so perhaps this meeting was worth his time. What he had felt before, when you were standing so close to him licking your lips and devouring him with your eyes, well he preferred not to think about that. He dismissed it as some sort of power you must have over him, you being from another world and all. There was no way he could feel so much desire for a mere human, it was gut wrenching really, he felt helpless, he just wanted to bury himself inside of you until he forgot his own name, but no… Must have been some cheap trick. Won't let that happen again that's for sure, Thorin thought.
The room is of course beautifully decorated by elven craft and there are four chairs gathered around a small table; on it fruits and bread and cups of wine. Thorin walks to an available chair and notices that Thranduil and you are already seated. He sits down and that is when you decide to get up to go serve Thorin some wine. He looks up at you as you go and his jaw almost drops open. You are wearing a very revealing green elven dress that clings to your forms perfectly. You were also provided with a tight corset that just pushes your generous breasts upward, making quite hard not to notice them. Thorin's eyes rummage over every part of your body and he steadies his gaze on you full breasts, slightly licking his lips in admiration. You notice his stare on you because you feel it, like his eyes are burning through the very fabric of your dress, but you remain composed. You must play the game well in order to get what you want. So you walk slowly toward him and you bend down ever so slightly to pour some wine into his cup, bringing your heaving breasts dangerously close to Thorin face. Thorin's breath catches when he realises he could but extend his neck a little and his face would be cuddling your breasts… So he clears his throat, and leans back in his chair, pretending not to be affected by the sight of you. But it is all too late as you already know you are getting to him. So you sit across the table from him and you begin to talk about your world, and while Thorin is trying to pretend like none of this impresses him, his eye keep darting to you every few seconds and he can barely control himself.
So you cease the occasion to make him even more needy for your touch. The next time he looks over at you, you slowly bend down again to grab a piece of bread from the table. Thranduil keeps talking in the background but Thorin is concentrating on your every move like he's not even there. You very slowly bring the piece of bread to your mouth, and Thorin's eyes follow your hand movement. You stop short of putting the bread through your lips and you stare into his eyes. His gaze moves from your half opened mouth to your eyes and back and you realize his holding his breath. So you plunge the piece in your mouth and bit down hard on it so he can see your teeth sinking into the bread. It's almost too much for Thorin as he lets out a very low moan which makes your smirks at him. But it also sends a wave of pure lust through you at the sound he makes and heat starts to build deep in your belly.
You look over at Thranduil and you notice that he is staring at Thorin with growing need and you decide that this pretense has lasted long enough. You grab your cup of wine and stand up. You take a slow sip of your wine but you purposefully let the wine drip out the corner of your mouth and down your neck where it finally pools between your breasts. Both Thranduil and Thorin follow the cascade of wine down your neck with eagerness. Thorin's grasp on the armrest of his chair tightens at the sight, his need for you growing stronger. You look at him once again and you can see his arousal peaking proudly between his legs through his pants and this shoots a spark of wild desire through you. You just want to run to him and ride him right there on his chair but you stop yourself; you have other plans for Thorin, you will make this last and last and you will get what you so desperately want and need from him.
To Thorin's suprise, Thranduil gracefully gets up from his chair, and walk toward you, stopping only inches away from you and grabs you by the waist. At this Thorin frowns, not quite understanding why this move by Thranduil sends a feeling of anger through him. Then Thranduil's elegant hands move slowly to cups both of you breast as he bends his head down, burying his face between your breasts and sucking the wine dry from there.
Thorin is now fuming with anger in his chair; he wants to beat Thranduil away from you but he doesn't want to admit that he violently wants you right in that very moment.
Thranduil seems to sense Thorin's hesitation so he invites him over to share this particular wine tasting. But, in his eternal stubbornness, he refuses so Thranduil takes advantage of having you all to himself and he starts to passionately kiss you and he slips his hand into your dress to fondle with your nipples. As he does, you moan loudly into the kiss and the sound alone send Thorin's desire for you spiraling out of control. He is more than aroused by this, his head is spinning from the carnal desire he feels for you. So he walks toward you, taking Thranduil by the shoulder and shoving him away from you violently and giving him a warning stare.
Once Thranduil is out of the way, he grabs you by the hair and he's so strong that it hurts a little and you whine a bit from the pain. He looks at you and through clenched teeth he asks: « What are you trying to do to me, woman? » and with this, his mouth comes crashing down on yours and it's all teeth and tongue and passion as he fiercely kisses you. You almost fall over for the sheer force of his kiss, the hand in your hair still grasping tightly, and you feel out of breath almost instantly your own head spinning from the pure lust you feel for him. With his other hand he grabs your thigh and brings you closer to him and you can feel his very hard and very large arousal pressing against your hips. You can feel your wetness dripping between your thighs as you are getting turned on even more by the feel of him.
Thorin starts to grind his hard cock against your hip and he lets out a groan into the kiss and you fear you will soon lose all control. Thorin will take over this game easily if you don't find a way to regain the upper hand, and fast.
As if on cue, Thranduil tries to take back his places in your arms and Thorin turns around and almost growls at him : « She's mine!» so Thranduil steps aside and looks at you, knowing very well you are the one in charge of all this. You take this occasion to step away a bit from Thorin because when he is too close, you feel your resolve falter too much, and you address him with as much calm and poise as you can muster being so aroused by him.
« Oh no, I'm not yours, Thorin Oakenshield. Not yet. »
Thorin looks slightly surprised at this but also a little bit amused: « Is that so? ».
« Yes. It is. This will go MY way, otherwise you will never hear what it is I have to reveal to you about your quest and you will by putting yourself and your company in grave danger. »
Thorin seems to consider this for a few minutes. « Go on… » he says. So you think to yourself, might as well go all in now that it comes around to it.
« You will need to please me in every way I want before I share this information with you. »
At this, Thorin laughs out loud: « Listen to me, woman, I am not accustomed to take orders. I will not be submitted to fulfilling your every desires, not today and not any other day. It will be the other way around. I will have my way with you as I see fit. Right now. »
Another blinding rush of desire runs through you at his words, you just want to throw yourself at him and let him do whatever the hell he wants to you but you take a deep shaky breath and say « You will allow me this, Thorin Oakenshield, as I hold the faith of your quest in my hands… I will make this worth your while, I promise. »
« You toy with me, woman. If you force me into this, threatening the safety of my
company on top of it, you will feel my wrath before days end. »
You shiver at the promise and you only hope that that is exactly was he is going to do…
While you were trying to get your point across to Thorin, Thranduil felt that he would soon have a greater part to play in this plot. You had indeed informed him of your intentions for tonight so he took this occasion to go back to sit in his chair and with no one noticing him, he gently slipped his hand under his tunic and started to slowly stroke himself in anticipation. He was already rock hard from kissing your breasts and seeing Thorin's temper flare like that but still he didn't know how long it would take you to convince him because Thorin had obviously no idea what he was getting into this night.
When Thorin had stopped arguing with you, you turned around to have a look at Thranduil and Thorin did the same. You were very pleased to see Thranduil's erect cock peaking through his tunic while is long and delicate fingers were grasping his length in slow up and down movements.
Thorin, on the other hand, was in utter shock. He looked over at you and his temper flared again : « I thought I was the price here?! ».
« Oh but you are Thorin. Thranduil is not lusting after me… ».
Thorin's eye popped out and his brow shut up into his hairline at that.
« You mean to say that I… you mean he… ».
« I mean that Thranduil will now take you right there, on that chair, in front of me so I can see you come undone right before my very eyes. »
Thorin's mouth went dry instantly. He had no interest in being intimate with a man; he had never done so before, though he had to admit that Thranduil was extremely beautiful. No matter! He would not submit to that! And doing all that in front of a woman? That was pushing it a bit too far for Thorin's taste…
While Thorin was weighing the pros and cons of the situation, Thranduil silently made his way closer to Thorin who was unconsciously moving backward when he saw the Elvenking approach, until he bumped into the wall behind him. Thranduil was staring at him from behind already hooded eyes and he came to a stop right in front of Thorin, merely inches away. Thorin could feel Thranduil's breath on his face and he didn't know where to look or what to do as he only felt like running away from the whole scene.
But Thranduil, like all Elves, had a very potent seduction power so he pressed his body flush against Thorin's and sighed deeply at the feeling. « I've been waiting for what seem like an eternity for this… ».
Thorin could feel Thranduil's manhood hot and hard against his body and he tried to wriggle away, causing more friction on Thranduil's already engorged member, only making him want Thorin even more. Thranduil placed two fingers underneath Thorin chin and forced him to look up into his eyes and whispered: « I will not hurt you. This will be very pleasurable for you, I promise. »
And something in the melody of his voice had Thorin transfixed, staring into the ElvenKing's eyes, helpless, unable to move or speak like he was under some sort of spell. Without ever leaving Thorin's eyes, Thranduil started to undo the dwarf King's belt and remove his tunic.
All the while, you are just behind them, you can barely hold still you are so excited to see what is unfolding in front of you. You pray to all the Gods you know that Thorin will comply with your demands.
As the rest of Thorin's clothes are removed, you notice that Thorin's breathing is getting heavier and though he's not fully erect yet, his heavy cock is still starting to spring to life… Thranduil takes a step back and slowly removes his clothes. Thorin can help but marvel at the perfection of Thranduil's slim and hairless body, though he swallows hard when he notices how very ready Thranduil is for what is about to happen, his cock standing at attention and already throbbing.
Thranduil leads Thorin to a nearby chair, sits in it and forces Thorin to sit on his lap. Upon the break of eye contact, Thorin becomes all too aware of what is to come next.
« This will not do! I won't submit to this woman, let me go! ».
At this Thranduil, wrapped one of his arms around Thorin's waist to keep him still and seated. Thorin is shocked to see that he can barely move now, the Elf being way stronger than appearances might suggest.
Thranduil starts to caress Thorin thigh with his other hand:
« You will not leave. You do not truly want to leave. You want to see and feel what it is that I am about to do to you… you need to feel it ».
Thorin swallowed loudly, panic written all over his features at the intimate touch of Thranduil. But Thranduil kept caressing up Thorin's thigh, up, up he went until he finally wrapped his long fingers around Thorin's growing erection. Thorin took in a sharp breath at the contact and Thranduil's eyes slid shut from finally touching the one he'd desperately desired for years.
Thranduil started stroking Thorin's cock slowly but Thorin was still fighting, getting angrier, grunting away, trying to find a way to escape from the grasp of the Elf. So you decided you could no longer hold back and you moved over to Thorin.
He stilled when he saw approach, unsure of what you would put him through next.
« Are you satisfied yet woman? » he spat at you.
« It will take more than that to get me satisfied my King… » you said before bending down to kiss him.
At first, he tried to withdraw from the kiss, to pissed and embarrassed to be forced to submit like this, but then you dug your fingers in his thick black hair and moaned your desire into his mouth. That was enough to make him almost forget about Thranduil's ministrations and imagine your hands on his cock instead. His hands came up to cup your face and he deepened the kiss with such passion it took your breath away. How long had you waited to feel him, to taste him… How long had you imagine how he would be, what he would say… lying in your bed at night, in this other world of yours, dreaming of sweaty nights of infinite love making with this dwarf king and now he was there, touching you, kissing you and you marveled at the sensation of this dream come true.
Thorin broke the kiss for some air and he lowered his gaze to your heaving bossom and licked his lips in anticipation, then dove his face into the crease of your breasts. You moaned out loud at this, revealing in the feeling of his beard grazing against your sensitive skin. His hands were cupping your breasts and he started to run lazy circles over your nipples with his thick thumbs, through the fabric of your dress. You arched your back and pushed your breasts further to increase the contact, wanting nothing more than for Thorin to rip your dress off.
All the while Thranduil was still stroking Thorin's cock and he was now rock hard. Since Thorin's attention was all on you at the moment, Thranduil spread his knees very slowly so Thorin wouldn't notice. As Thorin's thighs opened in unison, Thranduil took this occasion to slip his finger into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly and gently started to slid it against Thorin's opening.
Thorin's back spaned straight up at the contact.
« What are you doing, Elf?! ».
At this you captured his mouth again, holding him to you with both your hands and Thranduil picked up his stroking pace on his throbbing cock to distract him. It seemed to work as Thorin started to groan loudly into your mouth and Thranduil gently started to move his finger into Thorin's opening.
Thorin broke the kiss and started to try and buck away from the intrusion. However, to his own amazement, the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant to him… So he started to focus on relaxing a little more and let Thranduil work him… at this point Thorin was totally overwhelmed by lust, he could barely think straight he looked back at you from behind hooded eyes and he couldn't deny anymore that he was willing to do a hell of a lot for you, just to see the need on your face, to see how much you longer for him, it drove him mad with desire.
Thranduil was stretching him, getting him ready, adding a second wet finger and Thorin knew he was about to get fucked thoroughly by the ElvenKing and an uneasy thrill ran through him then. Thranduil then lifted Thorin's hips and to his surprise, the dwarf King didn't resist. Thorin's gaze was utterly focused on you; you were holding your breath at the sight, seeing the head of Thranduil's cock pressing at Thorin's entrance, lust written all over his elven face, Thorin's face contorted in anticipation of the pain. It was one of the most erotic scenes you had ever seen and it was so hard for you to stay still and refrain from participating.
When Thranduil's cock finally entered Thorin's hotness, he let out a long moan of satisfaction and closed his eyes… it was a beautiful thing to witness and it turned you on greatly… He started to slowly move in and out of Thorin's tight ass and you could see Thorin's face twisting with pain but he didn't say a word, he just kept staring at you. You felt overwhelmed with need, unable to hold back as you started to strip out of your dress, under Thorin's hot gaze… He examined every inch of your body as the dress pooled at your feet with complete admiration…
Thranduil was starting to find it difficult to hold back his thrusts so he let go of Thorin's cock and grabbed both his hips between his hands to increase the speed of his movements and to keep Thorin still. Thorin didn't resist but he closed his eyes and let his head fall back for a few seconds and let out a shaky breath; it was clear now that he was beginning to enjoy this though he wouldn't openly admit it.
He looked back at you, his breath coming in short gasp from Thranduil powerful thrusts and you finally undid your corset to let Thorin admire all of you. He let out a thunderous groan when you were fully undressed, his cock twitching with desire for you.
You got closer to them and started to walk around them, admiring Thranduil's assault on Thorin from every angle. Thorin kept his eyes on you, twisting to see you move around, his breath becoming a little faster now…
You started to touch yourself as you walked around them, pinching your hardening nipples with your fingers, your teeth coming down to bite on your lower lip and letting out of soft moan.. You walked back to face Thorin your eyes digging into his, and you ever so slowly let your hand drift down your chest, to your stomach, down your abdomen and lower still until you reached the patch of hair between your legs.
Thorin's gaze followed your hand down your body, licking his lips and swallowing hard, his breathing accelerating almost out of control and when you started rubbing your clit slowly, Thorin clenched his teeth and let out a feral « Fuck! » at the sight of you, almost coming then and there.
Thorin was aroused by all this even more than you could have dreamed of. He suddenly started to meet Thranduil's every thrust, his hips coming down hard on Thranduil's cock, eager for his cock to get deeper into him… He licked his lips again, eyes fixated on you, and you started rubbing your clit faster using your other hand to plunge two fingers inside your wetness, letting out a long moan at the sensation, your eyes falling shut for a brief moment… but you wanted to see Thorin's reaction and when you open your eyes again, Thorin he is a hot mess, his thick hair bouncing around his perfect hair, he's moaning loudly now with every thrust from Thranduil and he starts to stroke up and down his impressive length, pleasuring himself.
The sight of his powerful hands around his large cock sends another wave a pure lust through you and you immediately get closer to him to stop his ministration before he comes. You want to be the one in charge of that.
Thorin whimpers a bit when you take his hand off and he looks up at you, desperation in his eyes which are black with lust now… Thranduil is pounding into him with vicious ferocity and you can tell both of them are very close to coming… So you kneel in front of Thorin, your eyes never leaving his hooded gaze and you so very slowly and purposefully lower your head, so that your lips are hovering over the engorged head of his cock, blowing a soft breath on the precum pearls there.
Thorin twists and writhes wildly, cursing in words you do not understand, and you smirk against him. (when ' ', insert your name)
« '' you'll be the death of me » and you blow another breath on him and kiss the top of his cock teasingly.
« What in Durin's name are you waiting for? ».
« I want you to beg for it. ».
But Thorin is one proud dwarf and he won't submit that easily.
« You must be joking! » he chokes out, anticipation of your mouth on him causing his head to spin.
« I will not beg! ».
« Oh but you will. You will beg me to take your perfect cock into my hot, wet mouth and suck you dry… ».
Thorin almost faints at your words, whimpering with need and he finally gives in…
« Please… please… ».
« Say it, Thorin. Say what you want me to do to you, beg me. »
Thorin lets out an almost savage growl then.
« Fine, you insufferable woman! Please, please take me, suck my cock, I'm so close… please suck me…. I'll do whatever you want woman » he ends in a whisper, out of breath.
And you do, you do take him with a hunger you didn't even know was inside of you. You take him deep inside your throat, marveling at the taste of him, and he lets out an animalistic groan at the feeling. You tightly close your hand on his hips, trying to still him a bit because Thranduil's erratic thrust into Thorin's ass make it difficult for you not to hurt yourself with a thrust too deep into your throat. But Thorin was already so close to the edge that you barely have time to retract your head a little bit when he comes violently into your mouth, shouting your name in ecstasy, tightening his ass in reaction giving Thranduil the last push he needed to tumble over the edge himself, as he empties himself into Thorin.
Thranduil is now resting his forehead on Thorin's sweaty shoulder as he is trying to regain some form of composure. He dreamed and fantasized of ravaging Thorin since he first saw him as a young dwarf in Erebor under King Thror's rule. He knew full well he would never get another opportunity like this one ever again…
Thorin was trying to catch his breath again as you were still licking him clean. He couldn't keep his eyes off you... and when you met his gaze again, you realized that something dark lingered there… he still had hooded dark eye filled with lust, but there was also something more… dangerous and unsaid in them. You got up and stepped back from him a little, unsure of how he would react now that it was all over, knowing that he submitted to your desire and that he surrendered to Thranduil, which was even worse. You knew you would have to pay for that insolence and you couldn't wait for him to show you just how he would punish you for it. Thorin slowly got up from Thranduil's thighs, the other's now limp cock sliding easily out of Thorin and without ceremony Thorin ordered Thranduil to leave to room at once. Thranduil didn't say a word, knowing there was no point, he just picked up his things and made it for the door. Upon leaving though, he turned around and gave you what could surely be called a tiny smile of thank you.
« Lock the door behind you, Elf, we'll be a good long while. » Thorin thundered with thick arousal in his voice.