Amrâlimê Part 7

This is a fanfiction I have written about Kili x Tauriel just for the love of it, though this section will contain a huge element of Bilbo x Thorin…For reasons. I do not own any rights to the characters or storylines in the Hobbit (duh) and are simply writing this to unleash one of my favourite ships! Also you must know that even though I have changed a few things Bilbo does eventually return to the shire in time for LOTR Though that is a story for another day! :D AND HERE IS MY STORY :D IT IS R RATED, NOT FOR CHILDREN!

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Tauriel and Kili stood silently looking down at their stone bed. Kili's hand resting on his cheek thoughtfully and Tauriel picking her fingernails anxiously.

"It really does look like we killed an animal on it doesn't it?" Tauriel finally managing to put words to what they were both thinking.

Kili scratched the back of his head and gave her a half worried smile. "I did say you were bleeding…" he mumbled mildly defensively.

Tauriel shot him a look and rolled her eyes.

He could not pass the buck on this one.

"Maybe if we washed a little bit of it off… you know… make it look a little less..." Tauriel whispered struggling to find the words.

Kili rubbed his brow. Kili knew all too well they couldn't touch the blood now. They had to simply leave it, lest anyone contest the consummation of their marriage. Even though a long day of eating and feasting were ahead, he simply just wanted this day to be over.

He did not want to deal with the sly looks people were going to give him or whispered giggles.

He knew damn well people were going to talk about this and the whole idea that everyone by dinnertime tonight will have seen the mess they had made of their bloodstone made his stomach churn.

"I can't look at this anymore." Kili finally protested "Let's just go down to the dining hall and get this over with"

With a gentle grasp he opened the door to his room and slowly lead Tauriel out, she was, after all, still quiet raw.

As soon as Kili stepped out into the hallway he was met with a very familiar, sneering face.

"Did you have fun?" Fili joked with a huge grin on his face.

"Fili… Maybe now's not the…" Kili began only to be put in a headlock by his laughing brother and dragged back into the room.

Fili's smile, though, lasted all of a second before it dropped.

The headlock he held around his brother's neck fell away.

"The fuck did you do to her?" Fili gasped. His head whirled around to Tauriel "Are you alright?" he asked, face draining of blood.

Tauriel could not stifle a giggle at Fili's clear over reaction. "Yes, Fili, I am fine. We just got a little carried away" She responded cheerfully.

Fili looked like he had been smacked in the mouth. "A…buh...it…" He stuttered out between exacerbations at her response. "A little carried away!? This is not 'a little' carried away!" he spat out turning to his brother "Did you forget when to stop or something!?"

Fili rubbed his eyes in frustration while Kili shoved his brother away.

"Look, it doesn't matter" Kili began determined to get away from the mess they had created "What's done is done and that's how it looks, alright? Can we just move on?"

"Can Tauriel even move on her own?" Fili spat in disbelief.

Kili had had enough of his brother's sarcasm and stormed out of the room, practically dragging Tauriel with him. It wasn't until she asked him to slow down that he remembered that she was still tender, and apologised profusely for it. This just wasn't going to be his day.

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The jokes had followed him all day.

It took Tauriel almost 20 minutes to convince him to go to the dinner feast after Bofur asked Kili how his "Trauma victim" was going. Kili was determined to just be done with the rest of the celebration.

Even the cheers of the crowd as they entered the room didn't brighten his spirits. All he wanted to do was go back to his room, cover the bloody stone and sleep with Tauriel in his arms. He longed for the moment he could have her alone again. No even in a sexual way, he just wanted to hold her and kiss her.

He had been thinking about the possibility of taking her away from Erebor for a short while too. On his travels he had heard many humans call it a honeymoon, a sweet holiday for newlyweds. Though he doubted Thorin would let him go. Erebor was still in disarray and needed all the men it could muster to get her up and running again.

Any escape would be appreciated right now. But Tauriel had asked him to be at the feast and he knew he would do anything for her. As much as he would never say the words out loud, one look from those big doughy blue eyes and he was wrapped around her little finger.

His patience however lasted a whole of six seconds.

As soon as he had sat down Fili dumped a full glass on red wine directly over his head.

Tauriel looked at Fili in horror, almost immediately jumping to her feet to verbally tear Fili a new one.

However, Kili's reflexes where sharper and pulled her back down before she could make a scene.

"It's another bloody Dwarvish tradition Tauriel" he spat before downing his drinking.

Kili then threw his cup down and exacerbated yelled out to the table "Alright, get on with it you bastards!"

One by one people came up behind Kili and poured red wine over his head. Tauriel could only look on in a kind of half laughing, half pitying sort of way. But as people poured the wine, a few stopped to congratulate him. Finally she realised, though a crude gesture, these people in a way were honouring him and his marriage to Tauriel. That the red wine symbolised the fact that they had seen Tauriel and Kili's blood stone and recognised that their marriage was consummated. It suddenly all seemed so very Dwarvish to her, that with one gesture they could both give him a very seriously blessing while mocking him senseless.

"Stop that immediately!" Thorin's booming voice echoed throughout the hall.

Even noise in the hall came to a shuddering silence as the king's words commanded the attention of every corner of the room.

"We are trying to build a new Erebor with a finite amount of resources and you are here wasting wine with a bygone tradition that mocks all which we are trying to hold sacred" Thorin's voice yelled loudly.

The words shuddered through every bone in the room, many heads turning downwards in guilt.

Even Tauriel felt her eyes hit the floor, even though she hadn't wasted any.

Thorin continued, filling up his own glass silently behind the crowd, "And if I should find any more, of these outdated… backwater… redundant…food and drink wasting activities…" He yelled before dumping the entire contents of the glass over Kili's head and erupting into laughter.

The entire room broke down into fits of laughter. Kili could only nod his head, he had truly been had by his uncle. He couldn't believe the old man had pranked them all so thoroughly.

Kili couldn't help but crack a wide smile.

"Alright, uncle, you had me going for a moment there" Kili said standing up to give his uncle a large wet hug that Thorin swiftly dodged.

Tauriel was relieved to finally see Kili in good spirits and finally allowed herself to laugh along with the crowd.

"I have a surprise guest for you as well," Thorin finally announced wrapping his arms around Kili and Fili "Come on out!" he yelled to a figure patiently waiting in the hallways outside of the feast halls.

Both brother's eyes lit up as the hobbit whom they had come to know as family entered the great hall.

"Bilbo!" they both chanted in unison, rushing to embrace their old friend.

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Kili washed his hands in the bowl and dried them off. He couldn't wait to make it back to the great hall to share more stories with Bilbo. He had no idea how his uncle had managed to get him here so quickly from the shire, especially so that he could also share in the festivities after his wedding.

But all the more glad that Tauriel had begged him to go. The night was shaping up to be very enjoyable.

He would not have torn himself away from the fun had he not drunk too much wine.

He also greatly desired to clean at the least some of the wine off, which was now becoming sticky.

But as he stumbled a little uneasily out of the men's room he realised his beautiful wife was waiting for him. Her sultry gaze met with his.

"I wanted to thank you for staying at the feast" she said smoothly, biting her bottom lip.

Kili did not immediately get what she was imply and clumsily stumbled over to her, pulling on her long ginger hair so she would bend over to give him a kiss. Tauriel couldn't help but laugh at the childish gesture to get some affection.

"Your welcome" he slurred merrily.

Still only inches from his face she whispered her intentions again but a little clearer for her drunken husband.

"Come with me"

"But the party is back that way, in the great hall" he mumbled, slightly confused.

Tauriel opened a storage room door down the hallway and raised her skirt so that she could be painfully obvious.

"I don't think we'll be too long…" she whispered coyly and winking at him.

Her meaning finally hit him, and in an instant he went running down the hallway, swiftly jumping into the storage room after her and slamming the door.

The thought of more amazing sex with his beautiful wife seemed to get his blood pumping hard enough to sober him enough to realise what they were doing.

Tauriel threw Kili into a chair at the back before he could say anything. His reflexes to save himself greatly dulled by the amount of booze he had consumed. She swiftly began removing his belt and had begun untying the laces to his trousers before he had enough cognition to pull himself up.

"Wait!" he suddenly blurted out "Aren't you still too tender to… take me?"

Worry clearly evident across his drunken expression. But Tauriel's sly gaze did not waver. He was, after all, correct. In her current state she would not be able to handle another round like last night. But she had no intention of ravishing him. She merely wanted to reward good behaviour with good things.

"Yes Kili" she said placing gentle kisses along the muscular dip around his hips "But I don't want to have sex"

As she began to kiss he began to let out the most blissful moans and she knew, although he may have no idea what was coming, that he was going to enjoy it.

She slid his pants slowly down, just enough to reveal his throbbing manhood to the air.

"Wait," he tried ask again "what are we going to do then…..oh"

Tauriel cut him off, running her long tongue along the length of his manhood before slowly plunging his entire girth down her throat.

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Thorin had asked to see Bilbo before he went to bed that night.

Though Bilbo doubted he would be much of a conversationalist – Dwarves were notorious for their drinking and they had not gone easy on him. Still he had not been able to say much in the dining hall to him, being inundated with members of the company craving his attention.

Though as Bilbo approached Thorin's door he could feel a sense of dread rise in his throat. Thorin's moods were not always the most predictable, even at the best of times.

Bilbo was also still dealing with a lot of conflicting feelings about Thorin. When Bilbo held Thorin, thinking he was about to watch him die, he felt nothing but anguish for the man he had spent several months coming to know and love. But then again, only an hour before had ordered his men to throw his over the wall of Erebor. So yeah, conflicted was a good word.

As he entered the room and his eyes met with those of the older Dwarf, his confliction churned even greater.

"I am glad you came see me" Thorin began with pleasantries, but Bilbo could feel something brimming beneath the surface.

"Yes, well, you asked to see me…" Bilbo could hear the feebleness in his own words.

"Yes, I did," Thorin chuckled "I have some questions for you"

Bilbo could feel a hardness in his throat as he swallowed, he had half suspected an interrogation might await him here. But for the life of him he wasn't prepared for it.

"Sure…sure….umm… what can I… help… you with" He managed to bumble out

Thorin could help but smile at the hobbits bumbling. It was something he had come to find quite adorable about him.

"I sent the message for you to celebrate with us two days ago…" Thorin began with a gentle seriousness "It takes 2 months to travel from the Shire to Erebor on the fastest horse… and yet here you are"

Bilbo felt the guilt rise up in his stomach. He knew exactly how he had gotten here so soon.

He approached Thorin, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. From his pocket he produced the acorn that he had carried on the adventure they had shared and handed it to Thorin.

"I arrived back in the shire…" Bilbo said sombrely "I came home to an empty house which my so called friends had pillaged. Heh… they barely even recognised me…"

Thorin couldn't help but raise his arms up to hold the shoulders of the smaller man.

"I had no friends, no home, no life. I had come home to a shell of a life I barely recognised. It was standing in that empty hovel that I remembered that the only time I truly felt at home…"

Thorin looked longingly into the hobbits eyes, desperately searching for the words he so desperately wanted to hear. But Bilbo caught himself short of admitting anything, he knew that he couldn't anymore.

"Was with the company." Bilbo finally allowed himself to finish.

It was not the words Thorin wanted to hear and Bilbo could feel it. He wanted the confession. Thorin wanted to know that all of his feelings were reciprocated.

"You're lying" Thorin said firmly advancing on the smaller man "I want to hear you say those words. I want to hear you say that you want to live here in Erebor… that you want this place to be your home… that you want…"

But Bilbo cut him off before he could utter another syllable "For all the god's sake Thorin!" Bilbo yelled suddenly catching himself yelling and continued speaking in aggressive whispers "For god's sake you're a king! You are the king of Erebor! Things were different before, before you had less at stake, less to lose. Now you have responsibilities, responsibilities that require you to be a certain way!"

Bilbo could feel his heart sinking with each word. Wanting to take back every one. But he was well aware of what was at stake and could not allow himself or Thorin to fall into this.

However, it seemed as though his protests to Thorin had fallen on deaf ears.

Thorin slowly backed Bilbo into the corner of his office and glared the small man down. Although threatening, Bilbo could feel his arousal at the older dwarf's advancement.

"You remember the first time I took you…" Thorin whispered darkly, reciprocating the feelings that were rippling down Bilbo's spine.

Bilbo did remember the first time that Thorin had taken him. How could he forget? It was of course the first time they had met. The first time he had met any of the dwarves.

Gandalf had tricked him into hosting a party for the dwarves and after an evening of them destroying his panty, tossing his crockery and handing him a contract to change his life, it had all proven to be too much. He had fainted in his hallway.

Bilbo was roused as he felt a strong pair of arms lift him the floor. His gazing up to see the burning eyes of Thorin Oakenshield. From the moment he had first laid eyes on Thorin he had felt his pulse raise. He was a man of unimaginable beauty. Though Bilbo hadn't been in the presence of royalty before. Whatever it was, his blood quickly began to divert away from his brain and head downwards towards… other parts.

He knew that Thorin was beautiful beyond words and could have claimed any woman he had wanted in the shire. And yet at Bilbo was cradled in his arms, his intent seemed almost immediately clear to Bilbo. In the arms of this long haired stranger, he felt the burning carnal desire of the others whom had held him before. The dangerous kind of lust.

Thorin placed him carefully down inside his pantry and as he turned and closed the door behind him Bilbo knew then what was coming. He had to resist, no matter what his body craved.

Thorin returned, moving himself between Bilbo's legs.

"I am not taken with men…" Bilbo managed to lie through his trembling lips.

Thorin's wolf-like eyes fixed on him like prey, glimmering in the darkness.

With one hand he ran his thumb from Bilbo's innermost thigh, along the outline of his full erect penis to the tip. Bilbo could not stifle a guttural moan as pleasure of his pressure rippled across his body.

"If we are going to travel together," Thorin whispered darkly, increasing the pressure of his thumb on the tip of Bilbo's penis through his trousers "We are going to need to be more honest"

Bilbo's mind raced, unable to control his panting breaths at Thorin's touch, he sought out any other means to escape. He did not, despite his carnal needs, want to have sex with this man in his pantry. Particularly with a large company of men partying next door.

"Please, Thorin…" He managed to beg out despite his body crying out for more.

"Don't worry Mr Baggins" Thorin said pulling Bilbo's pants down to his knees "I will make you feel a pleasure you have never even felt before"

Unable to even have a second to protest, Bilbo swiftly had his pants ripped open, exposing his throbbing manhood. Crashing his lips into Bilbo's, Thorin's hand began to rapidly pull on his cock, forcing a deep moan from Bilbo.

Bilbo struggled to stop Thorin from pulling on him so forcefully and yet with every touch he found himself to unable to contain the noises his mouth was making.

Reinforced that his actions were having the desired effect, Thorin decided he wanted to see just how far he could push the reluctant hobbit.

With his face twisted into a sinister smile, Thorin dove between Bilbo's legs, running his tongue up and down along the shaft of his manhood. The sudden overwhelming pleasure rippled across Bilbo so greatly that he instantly grasped hold of the rope above him that once held his onions.

However he dared not make another sound. He couldn't let out a noise to alert anyone to what was going on. He didn't think he could handle the shame.

Yet at the same time, it had been so long since anyone had touched him with the craving that this dwarf was unleashing on his body.

As Bilbo felt his entire manhood slide down Thorin's throat, he realised just how long it had been.

Bilbo could hardly hold himself back and instinctively sunk his fingers into Thorin's shoulder as the tight wetness slipped up and down his throbbing cock. The pleasure that rippled through his body was more than he could handle.

He held onto only enough restraint to silence his oncoming moan.

He should be trying to stop this man from taking him, not encouraging it!

Thorin however was only obeying the reactions of Bilbo's body. With one hand he expertly ripped off Bilbo's pants from his legs and shifted his hips.

Bilbo knew he had to put a stop to this now, or he would drown into this fantasy. He had to make a stand now before this got truly out of hand and actually had sex with this dwarf.

"Thorin, no, you need to st-" were the only words he managed to get out before Thorin inserted one of his digits into Bilbo's entrance, immediately hitting his g-spot.

Between the amazing oral sex and the pressure of Thorin's finger against his g-spot, Bilbo was beginning to see stars.

Almost immediately though he knew it was too late. He needed to be released and made whole again by Thorin. He needed it more than he had ever needed to be released before.

He knew that if he forced Thorin off him, no amount of masturbation would satisfy him. He needed to be penetrated deeply and hard to relieve him of the sexual build up within him.

If not Thorin it would need to quickly become someone else.

He could hardly get a cup of sugar this time of night in the shire, let alone a booty call.

Thorin inserted another finger and began to stretch Bilbo quite significantly, opening him up to accommodate what he knew would be larger than he was used to. By the amount of stretching Bilbo knew the stories of Dwarves manhood could not be wrong and, even in this passionate frenzy, may be more girth than he would be able to take.

However, the pain of waiting for release quickly rose within Bilbo and his carnal needs fell in the words from his mouth.

"Oh gods Thorin… I need you in me now"

Thorin smirked at his handiwork and having brought the young hobbit around to his desires.

"What makes you think you deserve a king's cock?" he whispered thrusting his fingers deeper inside Bilbo.

Bilbo hissed and pulled the front of Thorin's coat down so they met eyes to eye. The hobbit face grew dark and scary, his teeth becoming sharp and eyes glazing to a frightening white.

"Do it… or I'll make you do it…" Bilbo hissed, unmoved by the fear of what could be the repercussions of threatening a king.

Though far from offending the king, Bilbo could see the mound barely contained in the dwarfs pants only grow harder.

While shifting Bilbo's hips towards him with one hand, the older dwarf expertly began unravelling the cord to his trousers.

Once fully exposed, Bilbo immediately regretted not scouring for someone in the shire. He had heard stories… but Thorin's size was more than he knew he could accommodate.

"Wait! Thorin! That's too big!" He protested breathlessly, straining against the thrumming of his own cock.

Thorin chuckled and the smaller man's protests, and grabbed a handful of oil off Bilbo's pantry shelf and applying it generously between himself and Bilbo.

"That's not my problem…"Thorin laughed as he began to insert the tip of his giant manhood into Bilbo's entrance.

Bilbo's back immediately arched as his entrance stretched to accommodate his massive girth. And as he slowly entered, Bilbo could feel his organs shift out of the way to make more room. It was too much. Bilbo didn't know if he would rupture or just simply split in two.

His body thrashed between extremes of pleasure and pain.

He could no longer restrain the noises that came out of his mouth, allowing his moans to roam freely.

Thorin pressed his mouth to Bilbo's, muffling his moans as the last few inches of his manhood glided in. The kiss was harsh but still sent ripples of pleasure coursing through both men's veins.

Thorin himself was only just barely keeping himself together.

Normally he would have sought out a Dwarvish tavern to satisfy his need for flesh. But being that there hadn't been one in days he was so pent up that he had taken his chances with the pretty little hobbit.

But he himself, neither with a man or a woman, had never had such tightness surrounding him. It took him a few deep breaths after kissing Bilbo to compose himself enough to continue. Despite his need for relief, he had a personal level of pride with his lovemaking. And wanted to see if he could make the little hobbit cum all over himself before he finished.

As Thorin began to rhythmically sway his hips back and forth, Bilbo's moans increased. As the sweet noises increased, Thorin began to lose himself in the ripples of pleasure that the press of Bilbo's flesh against his own caused. The fact that the smaller man was also yelling demands at him only seemed to enflame his passion.

"Harder!" Bilbo moaned

Thorin wasn't use to being ordered around so much and couldn't help but admire the hobbits bravery, commanding a king such as himself. Normally anyone who spoke to him like that would get a swift kick to the teeth. But Thorin knew the bedroom had different rules to the battlefield.

If hard was how Bilbo wanted it, then that's what he would get.

Thorin scooped his arms under Bilbo, easily raising his light frame off the bench by grasping his back and hips. Now without the friction of anything underneath, Thorin began to slam his cock hard into Bilbo's body, with all the strength he could muster.

Thorin very well expected Bilbo to concede very quickly, wanting him to cry out that it was too hard and beg for a reprieve. He wanted him to beg…

But much to the older Dwarfs surprise, Bilbo swiftly went with it. Continuing to make the exquisite noises that were only bringing Thorin closer to his own climax.

Bilbo could not contain himself. With every hard thrust he was drawn closer and closer to the release he was so desperately craving. But there was one thing missing.

Love.

He needed just that little bit more from Thorin. He needed to know that Thorin not only desired him but loved him enough to take him. Bilbo didn't know if between Thorin's intense poundings against his flesh that he could get the words out.

But as his climax drew near the words came rushing out of his mouth all at once.

"Kiss…me…" Bilbo begged.

Instantly Thorin's lips met with Bilbo's. No complaint or hesitation, just the tender meeting of flesh. For a second Bilbo couldn't believe how good it felt, having Thorin's rough beard and soft lips pressed to his own hairless face.

For Thorin it meant nothing. What they were already doing far outweighed something as simple as a kiss.

But for Bilbo it was everything. The electricity that ran rampant through his entire body was enough to take him over the edge.

Thorin hadn't known the power his kiss had until he felt Bilbo's hot seed squirt out from in between their sweating bodies.

Normally he would have berated Bilbo for not letting him know how close he was, so that he wouldn't have to clean the mess off his shirt later. But he never got the chance, with his last ejaculate, Bilbo clamped down around Thorin, forcing him to cum hard inside Bilbo. Thorin bit down against Bilbo's lips and the waves of pleasure exited from his body, finally relieving all that he had pent up.

Usually this would have been the end of the evening, he would have simply withdrawn, having spent himself and left. But the hobbits lips had curiously no parted from his own. Instead with every passing moment they drove deeper, and in response Thorin's kisses drew deeper.

Kissing was not something Thorin had ever been accustomed to. He couldn't figure out if this was Bilbo's way of showing that he wanted more sex, which he would have to wait for (a man needs time to recover from sex that intense), or if it was something else.

Thorin couldn't deny how good it felt though, with each tender kiss drawing him in.

For Bilbo it was better than the sex. He was surprised by how much Thorin was reciprocating his touches, how close he was pulling him into his own body.

Bilbo knew then that this would not be the last time that Thorin would touch him. Despite all the man would say, he craved something more from Bilbo. More than just a dumping ground for his pent up passion.

He was proven right.

Many times of the road to Erebor, Thorin and Bilbo would sneak away during the night to consume each other. In fact, even by the time they arrived at the Mirkwood he was happy to see the horses go.

Walking was far less strenuous than sitting.

The thoughts of their previous passion's filled Bilbo's head.

The memory made him hard beneath his trousers.

Could he forgive Thorin just enough? Could Bilbo allow himself to have one last sweet touch from the king? One more night before parting ways for good?

Could he trust himself to stay in Erebor, with his true friends, and allow Thorin to move on without him? Find a wife and start a family?

On the trip here he had been so sure he could do it. That Thorin's feelings had not been the same as his own. That he could move on and happily watch the man he had loved do the same. He thought he would not need love of the rough Dwarf if he had the support of all his friends back.

But he could already feel his heart begin to race and his heart begin to falter of his resolve. Thorin was too close. The smell of his flesh tantalizing him in. The warmth of his hands on his skin drawing him ever more in.

It was then Bilbo realized he had been staring too long. That his desires had given him away too thoroughly.

Thorin's gaze travelled down to Bilbo's lips, his thumb tracing them as his heart beat heavily in his chest.

Thorin pressed his lips into Bilbo's with a kiss that shattered the earth beneath Bilbo's feet.

He had faltered.

Bilbo knew he could not allow himself to fall into such a trap. He was no able to give Thorin what he needed. He could not become a wife. He could become a consort, but then he would only hinder the man he loved. It could destroy everything.

It was obvious to Bilbo that he loved Thorin. He had loved him from the moment he first laid eyes on him. But how did Thorin feel? He did not know which was worse, finding out Thorin only lusted after his body or that he truly loved him. Bilbo didn't know if his heart could handle the truth…

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Woot Woot! More Bilbo/Thorin Passion coming up homies! Stay tuned for Part 8. :P Don't fret, I am not abandoning Tauriel/Kili, but in order for their story to progress, more people need to hook up :D *rains dildos down on the crowd*