When Dís came to his bed, her belly was already swollen with another's child.
Dwalin didn't mind, though. He had been away for two years, after all, without having given her any promises, any oaths.
Yet he had remained faithful to her while she obviously hadn't.
Dwalin wasn't angry. She was now here, wasn't she? Craving his touch, his kisses, his body.
"I need you, Dwalin, I'll always need you," she whispered while capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. He bit back his reply, wanting to ask if this was what she had told the other dwarf she had shared her body with, the father of the child growing inside of her, knowing that he would never ask this question because she would never forgive him asking.
"And you'll always have me," he replied, grabbing her hips while she was straddling him, supporting her movements.
They were still wearing their clothes, he his britches and tunic, she a simple, woollen dress in light blue, the same colour like her eyes, yet the friction her gyrating hips provided on his crotch was delicious; he was already growing harder than ever.
Dís was his One. That he had known for a long, long time. Maybe he should have told her so before leaving. Then she wouldn't have another's child in her belly now, but his. Hopefully.
"Make love to me, Dwalin!" she moaned, gripping the hem of her dress, shedding it. Underneath, she wore a thin, light grey shift. It was almost translucent; he could see her enlarged, dark-red nipples and the black triangle between her thighs.
"Aye, as you wish, my Lady," he answered, letting his hands wander over her thighs and sides to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
She moaned deeply in her throat, throwing her head back and biting her lower lip. Dwalin had never seen a more sensual picture, helping her to get rid of her shift, helping her to undress him.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, sitting up so that he could taste her delicious breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, making her moan.
"Now, Dwalin, please!" she urged, grabbing his member and lowering her hips onto him; Dwalin was sure that he had never before experienced so much pleasure - until she started moving.
"Oh, oh Dís," he growled and she smiled deviously at him. "I know, it feels wonderful, doesn't it? I couldn't wait for you to come home to me, to share this with you," she confessed.
"Yet I am not your first," he gasped, thrusting into her while placing one of his big hands on her round belly; oh, Mahal, he could even feel the bairn within her stir.
"Shh, don't think about that, just feel!" she ordered, grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast. Instinctively, Dwalin started teasing the bud.
"Yes!", she hissed, increasing the speed of her movements and it became harder for him to focus on anything else but the pleasure he felt, the pleasure she gave him.
And then suddenly, there was an all-consuming bliss as his member exploded inside of her, prompting her to throw her head back, his name on her lips.