A/N: Kinky fluff, or fluffy kink... Don't know, but I like it :D
I found it in the folder from my Russian trip. I swear I don't remember writing it! I read it as if someone else wrote it. That someone else has a very, very naughty mind for sure! :P
The sun is crawling through the crack between the two halves of the green canopy, and a flirty little ray slides on the nose of the King Under the Mountain. Thorin wrinkles his nose in his sleep, trying to stay in the warm cloud of his slumber, and then sneezes. Half awake he hears a silver giggle of his wife, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He slightly opens one eye and peeks at her pillow. And then immediately opens the second one and stares at the elegant ankles of his wife. She is lying on her stomach, a large volume open in front of her, her feet dangling near his face. Thorin adores the feet, with their delicate pink toes and the delicious little bones on the ankles. Some nights with a piercing tenderness clenching at his heart he presses them to his chest, warming them up, other nights he gently bites into the soft flesh of her heels, guffawing and catching her feet, while she squeals and kicks.
"I thought we have agreed you are not to read in our bed, my heart," his eyes languishly follow the lines of her shapely legs, to the thighs, lacy nightgown bunched up on them. With delight he looks at the small firm buttocks, the curve of her lower back, and then he meets her eyes, she is smiling to him over her shoulder.
"You were asleep, my lord. I understand you do not tolerate sharing my attention," her eyes are mischievous, and he chuckles. She knows him well, that is indeed the reason he asks her to refrain from reading in their bed. Every moment of her time in it has to be his. "But surely I am allowed to do something else while you are asleep. Or am I supposed to sit and ogle you in your sleep, my lord?" He smirks and grabs the foot nearest to him.
"Ogle, of course," he presses a kiss to the arch of the gentle pink sole, and she giggles. He kisses a few more times, purposefully tickling with his beard, and then suddenly slides his tongue between her toes. She squeaks and jerks the foot. He is holding her ankle firmly, and she starts wiggling.
He is laughing, his irises hiding behind the thick black lashes, but she is a capable opponent for him. She bends her flexible body, and pushing from the bed she rolls on top of him, one of her hands pushes into his breeches. He exhales loudly and grabs the second foot. He bites into the tender skin on the sole and then takes her big toe in his mouth.
Her deft fingers pull the strings on the lacing and open his fly, while he is sucking at her toes. She gently pulls her feet to shift her body, obviously not objecting to his ministrations, and her knees slide down on the sheets, on the sides of his torso. She supports herself on her hands and in a trick never failing to drive him into carnal frenzy she envelops his cock with her soft lips, and then she sucks it in, slightly tilting her head, and pushes down, allowing his cock slide deep into her throat. He raspily groans and drops his head back on the pillow, abandoning her feet.
"Mahal, you are good..." Her hot mouth, her lips tightly encircling his impressive girth, deft tongue caressing him, while she is slowly sliding up and down... That is his favorite beginning of such attentions. Slow, deep movements, his tip hitting the back of her throat, her mouth and esophagus constricting rhythmically, massaging him, her sucking forceful but not yet agitated.
His palms stroke her calves, her skin smooth, everything about her cool and taut. She stretches on him, and her strong fingers envelop the base of his phallus. She switches her attention to the head, her tongue lapping on the first drops of liquid appearing at the tip, she is caressing the ridge and then the hot little tongue starts encircling his member, first the head and then it moves down in an intoxicating spiral. He is buried in her throat again, down to his root, and she is now sucking using only her lips, her throat relaxed.
She also starts moaning loudly, and through the pulsating daze of his pleasure he realizes it is not just for the sake for his additional enjoyment. She is arching her back, and he feels her juices pooling on the skin of his middle. Her gown is covering her backside, but she is undoubtedly rubbing her center to him. He pushes his hand under the skirt and featherily touches her folds. His fingers are immediately coated in her wetness. It is covering her thighs and his middle, and he growls.
He momentarily thinks that he is being selfish, perhaps he should reciprocate, and suddenly she lets him go. She cries out throatily and falls on his body. She is breathing heavily, shudders run through her body, and she makes a few of her usual weak mewling sounds. Her forehead in pressed to his breaches covered leg, and he is watching in amusement how his wife is quite obviously enjoying her release from performing a fellatio on him.
He is chuckling, and she weakly waves her hand at him. "Do not mock me..." Her voice is trembling, and he guffaws. She attempts to smack him, but her extremities are so limp that her arm just sways in the air and falls on the sheets without reaching its goal. He starts gently stroking her calf, and she rubs her cheek on his leg. "I need a moment..."
He smiles, "Take your time, my Queen..." After a few moments she pushes from the bed on still trembling arms and sits up on him. He immediately sits up as well, picks her up under her arms and presses his lips to her nape. "May I?.." He does not need to specify, and she nods. He slightly lifts her. She aligns her hips with his member, and it slides inside her. She drops her head back and moans. One of his arms encircles her middle, another one slips under her chin, and he turns her face and catches her mouth in an askew kiss.
She plants her knees on the sides of his body, and he bucks up his hips, both of them groan from the first deep thrust. She presses her hands into his knees, and they set a forceful, unified rhythm, him pushing into her, her meeting him, arching her back. He is kneading her small breasts, she is clenching him inside. He is pressing his forehead to her back, "Mahal, you are magic..." He is aware he talks in bed with her, she is the first woman to affect him thusly. He is familiar with lewd bedroom talk, sometimes it is a pleasant ploy. But with her he emits uncontrollable, feverish murmuring and often straightforward swearing after his release.
"Your sweet quim... Oh my sweet little Queen..." She lifts her arms and pushes them in his hair. He buries his face in her neck and breathes in her smell. Her thighs squeeze him, and he especially enjoys the sensation of her round little buttocks meeting him with each push. He is approaching his release and shortly ponders whether he wants to change the position before it.
She suddenly grabs his hand and pushes it down from her breast. He lets her, and both their palms are first splayed on her stomach, and then she confidently shoves his hand down to her curls. He smirk into her skin and follows her silent order. Since her legs are spread, to accommodate the width of his body between them, she is wide open. She is also definitely sensitive after her release, and he is gentle. The pulp of his index finger brushes her clit, and she hums encouragingly. And then he tenderly presses the clit between his index finger and thumb, rolls it between them, and she cries out in pleasure. He continues caressing the small bundle of nerves, and her movements stutter. Her back strains and tenses, she is obviously listening to the waves of pleasure in her body, and he forgets about his own release.
Sudden hunger awakes in him, and he pushes her off his body. She yelps and falls on the sheets. "Let me... I want... to taste you..." He is incoherent, but he is in a hurry. Her eyes are wide open, pupils giant and black, she is seemingly confused, but he pushes her knees apart and covers her folds with his mouth. She screams and arches. He swirls his tongue around her entrance, and her hands push into his hair. She painfully grabs handfuls of his strands and pushes his face into her sex. He is sucking loudly, pulling her lips into his mouth, gently biting, and she presses at the back of his head harder. She is also shamelessly rubbing her center to his face, making his beard scratch her wet folds. He pushes his tongue into her, rhythmically, curling it inside her, and she keeps on pushing her pelvis up. He picks up her buttocks, each in one of his hot palms, lifting her up, opening her like the sweetest of fruit, lapping on her juices, greedy and thirsty, and she screams shriekily in her release.
He places her down and presses his sweaty forehead to the sheets. He is taking short, loud breathes in, and notes that she is also panting nearby, her eyes closed, her fingers still clenched around handfuls of his strands. His body is shaking, and he can hardly remember what has just transpired. They are lying in silence for a few moments, and then she stirs.
He realized his eyes were closed, his lids are heavy, but then he makes an effort and meets her amber eyes. They are still clouded after her release, warm and loving, and he stretches to her. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he seeks her lips. They kiss, and then she giggles into his mouth. He moves away and looks at her questioningly. She wipes his beard and funnily wrinkles her delicate nose. "You are clammy, my lord..." He smiles back at her.
He opens his mouth, but she presses her tiny finger to his lips. "You are definitely going to try to shock me with some obscenity, my lord," she is frowning in mock disdain, and he chuckles kissing the tender little digit, "I would rather you lie down and enjoy yourself." Her smile is impish, and he catches the back of her head and pulls her into a passionate kiss.
They spend a few moments savouring the caresses of lips and tongues, carnal fire rising in him again, and he realized he is pressing her into himself tighter, his palms grabbing her buttocks again, his teeth nipping on the tender skin of her neck.
She deftly rolls him on his back, and he spread his arms on the sheets like wings of a bird, clearly signalling that he is all but in her power. She chuckles and sits on the sheets between his knees. He cocks a brow, curious of what she will come up with now, when she lifts one of her legs, and her small foot gently presses over his erection. The sole is soft and warm, and she carefully rubs it up and down his cock. He presses his head back into the sheets. "Mahal, that is good..." He has never been pleasured this way before, but it is astonishingly enjoyable.
"You seem rather fond of my feet, my lord, do not think I have not noticed your excessive attention they receive," she curls her tiny toes, and there is additional pressure around his girth. He rumbles in his chest. "Would you like me to continue?"
"Yes," he breathes out, and she moves her delicate little foot faster.
"Are you certain, my lord?" Her tone is endlessly mischievous, and he growls.
"Don't stop!" He is rewarded with her silver laughter, and then her second foot touches his member on the other side. He groans loudly when with amazing nimbleness his cock is encircled between the arches of her feet, and they slide up and down his length.
There is buzzing in his head, his release is startlingly close already, and he grabs her feet between his hands, pumping them along his cock. The feeling of her warm skin sliding up and down his member, the delicate little bones under his fingers, and her soft moan push him over the edge, and he spills on his stomach and all over her feet and his hands. He is taking loud sharp breaths in, his chest heaving, and she giggles.
"Kinky, kinky Dwarf..." She shifts without taking her feet away, he is still clenching them in his palms, his member still between them, but he has no energy to look what she is doing. A towel falls on his head, she indubitably just threw it into his face, and he chuckles. He lets go of her, picks up the cloth and cleans up her toes and soles. She pulls them away, and he is wiping his stomach. She sits on her bent knees, an adorable habit of hers, and he throws the towel aside and sits up.
He pulls her into a slow savouring kiss, and then he cannot help it. He starts laughing and topples her into the sheets.
"Who is the kinky one here, my little Queen?" He is kissing her collarbones now and then catches her nipple into his mouth. She buries her fingers into his strands and purrs.
"I just took your enthrallment with my toes a wee bit further, my lord." He lifts his face from her stomach and wiggles a brow at her.
"What can I say, kurdu, every little inch of you is so deliciously appetizing!" She laughs with him, grabs his ears and gently pushes him down.
"I suspect some parts of mine feel rather left out at the moment, my lord."
He smirks and proceeds to attend to the poor, poor lonely parts.