Summary: A close brush with death makes you wonder if you ever should have left your home in the first place and a certain dwarf is of the same opinion.
The attack had come out of nowhere. One minute, everything had been peaceful, the next orcs had been pouring out of the trees. The clang of steel rang in your ears, followed by harsh battle cries as your company rose to meet the attackers.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you blocked blows and delivered your own. You knew the enemy didn't care that you were female; they wanted everything dead. And since you quite enjoyed living, you fought back with all the skills you'd been taught and had hoped you'd never use. Your sword swung straight and true, severing heads and biting deep into chests.
Black blood splashed your arms and face as the fell creatures came at you, sticky and disgustingly warm. You fought down a gag, the vile stuff turning your stomach. A gasp left you when something snatched at your hair, tugging your head back harshly.
"Ooo, pretty," a bone chilling voice sneered. "Wonder how good you're going to taste. Maybe we'll find something else for you dead body besides dinner."
Your blood turned to ice at the implication and your hands shook, nearly dropping your sword. "Let go!"
"Maybe I'll cut off your head and drink all of your blood first."
You cursed yourself for your vivid imagination that was supplying you with visuals of what the orc was saying. The hold on your hair was tight and the orc was pulling back on it, arching your back painfully. You knew you should be fighting back but you had frozen and couldn't move.
"I'm gonna-" It broke off with a gurgle and you found yourself released.
Spinning around, you faltered when you saw the dwarf who had just saved you. Cold blue eyes stared at you and you knew he wasn't impressed. As usual. He hadn't wanted you to come and it shone in his gaze. Looking away, you saw the battle was over with minor injuries to the company.
You felt your gorge rise as you saw the black blood staining you, felt it dripping down your face and neck.
"There's a river nearby," Dwalin said quietly, making your eyes jerk to him. "Go wash up while we finish this."
Nodding, you hurried away with sword still in hand. You couldn't remember why you had insisted on going along. It was a foolish idea and you knew you'd never hear the end of it from him. It wasn't like he hadn't said it a hundred times already and you'd barely been on the road for a few days.
You sank to your knees beside the water, submerging your hands in the cool water. It was bracing but welcome. You rubbed your arms in it, cleaning them as well as you could before splashing your face. A part of you wanted to strip completely and leap in. You wanted to scour every inch of your skin until it was red and raw and devoid of all traces of orc. But you doubted you'd have the time to actually do that so you kept splashing your face, wishing you hadn't been so stubborn about this.
You stiffened when you heard steps behind you suddenly. Damn it, where was your sword? There was water in your eyes and your hair was hanging in your face so you couldn't see!
"You would be dead."
Your shoulders slumped at the voice. Of course it would be him. Here to drive the point home once again that you had been silly to follow them out. Even if you were an expert in the wares they were getting and knew how to drive a bargain to benefit the company. "I'm sorry?" you offered, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't be sorry; stop doing it."
Yes, because you were doing it on purpose. You saw his boots out of the corner of your eye, but didn't actually look at him. There was no need when you knew that there would be anger and disdain coating his face. You kept your fingers in the water, trying not to squirm when you felt his eyes on you. It was always like this when you did something he didn't approve of and was what the past few days had been full of.
The silence between you was strained and you wanted nothing more than to run back to the others. After a few more moments of awkwardness, you rose to your feet and made sure to scoop up your sword. "I'm going b-"
"No."
You froze at the low note in his voice, every muscle stiffening. You recognized that tone and knew it didn't bode well. "We agreed, Thorin," you said softly.
He looked over at you, blue eyes overly bright. "I changed my mind."
And there was nothing you could honestly do about it. Breath catching, you shifted to take a small step back. You needed to put a little bit of space between you even though he was a few feet away from you. It wasn't enough.
"Don't run," he warned sharply.
You hadn't planned on it. You knew what happened when you ran from him. Instead you watched him carefully. His posture was relaxed and casual, completely contradicting his tone and eyes. He was tugging lightly at his bracers, but his gaze was on you. The heat in it made your heart pound, barely having calmed after the rush of battle. But he hadn't calmed at all.
Knowing you had to be cautious so you didn't set him off, you stayed frozen. You had a very good idea where this was going to go, but you weren't sure if you were supposed to make the first move. He was mad at you after all.
"Come here."
You hated when he seemed to read your mind like that. Slowly walking toward him, you hissed softly when his hand fisted in your hair. Your eyes watered slightly as they met his, but you kept silent.
He studied you for a long moment, his face giving nothing away. You were startled when his mouth crashed down on yours, his tongue parting your lips. The kiss was rough, that of a warrior still riding the high of battle. He didn't let you move, his hand still gripping your head tightly, and you could barely return his kiss. It didn't seem to matter to him, a low hum of pleasure rumbling through his chest.
Gasping as his lips left yours, you moaned as he jerked your head to the side and left stinging kisses along your jaw. You shuddered as his teeth closed on your ear, tingles spreading through you as he held the sensitive flesh.
"You're still filthy," he growled lowly.
Before you could process that, his hands gripped your tunic. A short scream left you as he tossed you into the river, the water closing over your head. It really wasn't that deep, but you touched the bottom before quickly scrambling to regain your feet. Sputtering as water streamed down your face, you nearly screamed again when you found Thorin standing before you and jerked back.
His hand whipped out, fisting in the front of your tunic and keeping you balanced. His eyes moved down you and he muttered, "Better."
You nearly cursed him, but you were shivering from the cold water. When his arms wrapped around you, a small sigh left you as you felt the heat rolling off of him. You knew the tenderness wouldn't last so you soaked it in as quickly as you could.
Sure enough, you felt his hands tighten on you. He pushed you back until your eyes met. Only holding your gaze for a second, his grip moved to your shoulders and he forced you to your knees.
The water rushed around you, making you shiver as it lapped just under your breasts. You weren't sure this was a good idea with your shivering, but your hands found the laces of his trousers. Tugging on them, you loosened them just enough to slip your hands inside.
He bit out a curse as cold palms met hot flesh and glared at you.
"You threw me in the river," you muttered, curling your fingers around him. He was already hardening in your hand despite the freezing water and your cool touch.
He jerked your head back and growled, "Do not push me. Not now."
You pursed your lips but nodded as much as he'd allow. You slowly slid your hand along him, twisting it when you reached the head of his erection. He hissed as you did it again, working him to harden faster. His hips were rocking slightly, pushing him into your grip.
Using your free hand, you gave his pants a small push so you could pull him from them but not drop them down his legs. A shudder went through him, but whether from the cold or anticipation, you didn't know. His hand tightened on your hair and urged you forward. Resisting for a moment, you leaned closer as a low growl left him.
"Mahal," he groaned, his head falling back as you took him into your mouth.
You flicked your tongue over him, swirling it all around the head. Licking away the bit of precum from the tip, you smiled as he shuddered. Your hand was still pumping along his length and you slowly started to bob on him. Pressing your tongue to the underside of him, you trailed it up the thick vein there, tracing it slowly.
His fingers tightened on your hair as you slid down him and pushed you further when you stopped. A groan left him as he hit the back of your throat and your eyes flicked up to meet his. The usually pale blue irises were dark with passion as he held you there.
You made a low noise when he didn't let you move and it made his eyes roll back. His grip slackened and you pulled back, sucking in a quick breath. Your hand pumped him quickly, letting you catch your breath for a moment.
It wasn't long before he was thrusting into your hand, demanding more. You sucked on him again, moving along him to where you wanted to take him. His hips were still rocking against you, sliding him in and out of your mouth. Your hands moved to pressed against his thighs, letting him control this.
"Look at me," he said lowly, his voice hoarse.
Your gaze moved back up him. He was panting for air, his lips parted as his breath puffed out of him harshly. His colour was high and his eyes dark from passion. Your lips twitched around him, fighting a smile, but he saw it.
A gasp left you when he pulled you away and lifted your to your feet. "Thorin?" you murmured, voice thick.
He made a low noise and walked you backwards through the water.
You bumped into a large rock, pressing between it and the dwarf lord. You shivered, but not because of the cold anymore. He hadn't touched you in desire yet, but you were already quivering. He kept you pinned, breathing deeply and holding your gaze.
Licking your lips reflexively, you saw his eyes dip to follow the movement. A harsh growl left him and he kissed you again. Your fingers curled into his thick coat, tugging him closer. He pressed against the length of you and you could feel his erection prodding your stomach. It made your muscles clench at the thought of him taking you.
You rose on your toes when one hand cupped between your legs. He pushed up against you, pressing the seam of your pants against your clit and rubbing against the sensitive flesh. You rocked against him, loving the bursts of pleasure that it caused.
His hands moved to settle on your hips suddenly and he kneaded at you through your clothes. It was a hard grip, probably leaving bruises and you didn't care. You growled a protest when he lifted you, breaking the kiss and your hold on him. He settled you on top of the rock and gave you a look when you tried to squirm away.
You weren't too high up, but you knew you were at the perfect height for him to-You made a disgruntled noise when he pushed you back so you were stretched out. You shifted as he tugged your pants down your legs, lifting your hips to help him.
He pulled them down to your boots and growled huskily as your thighs parted a tiny bit. His palms landed on your knees and pushed them apart, his gaze fastened between your legs.
Your head fell back as he slowly leaned in, his breath fanning against your skin. The muscles in your thighs twitched and jerked as he slid his hands up them. You weren't surprised when they slid under you, cupping your ass and tugging you to the edge of the rock. Anticipation hummed through you as you waited for the first touch from him. You didn't wait long and a high pitched shriek burst from you when his mouth closed over your slick folds, sucking strongly on the sensitive flesh.
You bucked on the rock, your hips pushing up against him. Pleasure burst through you at the contact and your hands moved down to grip his hair. You tugged him closer, wanting more from him. Shuddering as his tongue parted you, your muscles clenched as he pushed it inside you, teasingly licking you. The touch didn't last as he moved to trail it up and flick it over your swollen clit.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you gasped for air as he lapped at you, sometimes using the full press of his tongue and others just the tip. He trailed it around your clit, narrowly avoiding actually touching it. He made you whimper as he sucked harshly on you, not letting you move away as your clutching turned to pushing.
"Thorin," you begged, your voice breaking as his tongue moved over you again.
He growled, making you cry out, and moved closer. His beard was rasping against the insides of your thighs, the coarse hair harsh but heightening your pleasure. He was slowly kneading at the soft flesh in his hands, fingers expertly working the tension out of you even as his mouth caused more. His body was pressed against the rock, pinning your feet between him and it so you couldn't use them to push him away.
Body aching as you felt your orgasm building, you nearly sobbed for him to stop, to actually take you. You loved when he used his mouth on you but you wanted him inside you. You wanted to feel him sliding deep and hard into you, his hot erection stroking every inch of you. "Mahal, Thorin," you panted, nails scraping against his scalp. "Please!"
The noise that left him was savage and you weren't prepared for him to pull away from you suddenly. The loss of contact had you shuddering, your body screaming for him to come back to it.
You cried out when he seized your hips and hauled you off of the rock. He spun you away from him, pushing on your back so you had to bend over slightly. You felt his erection slip between your legs and your hips pushed back against him, desperately trying to get him inside you.
"Not yet," he rumbled, pinning both of your hands to the rock when you made to reach down to grasp him.
A soft snarl left you but it quickly died to a mewl when he thrust between your legs. His cock was dragging through your slick folds, the head rubbing against your clit as he bumped against it. "T-Thorin," you moaned, back arching to press you against him.
His lips moved over your neck, nipping harshly at the soft skin. Threading his fingers through yours, he kept you still as his hips kept moving. His thrusts were slow and teasing and utterly maddening. When you tried to pull your hands from his, he growled at you and he bit down hard on the crook of your neck.
Tipping your head back so it was pressed against his shoulder, you gasped for air as he moved over your clit again. If he thought you were going to last with this kind of treatment, he was insane. Your teeth sank into your lip as you trembled, shifting slightly on your feet. When he hissed, your mouth curved into a smile. Before he could stop you, you closed your legs, holding him tightly against you.
"Wench," he breathed hotly against your skin.
"Wretch," you threw back at him, your voice breaking.
His chuckle was low and decadent and promised he was far from done with you.
You gasped as he still moved against you, his thrusts shallow this time. But each one had him continually rubbing against your clit. The tight clasp your thighs had on him only heightened your pleasure because now you could feel him moving over every inch of the sensitive flesh between your legs. "Damn it," you whispered.
"Not what you wanted?" Thorin mocked.
Groaning, you shook your head, but you didn't move your legs apart. The pleasure was too great for you to even consider it.
His lips moved up to your ear, his tongue tracing the shell and making you shudder. "Open for me," he breathed.
You shook your head again, bursts of pleasure rushing through your veins as he kept thrusting.
"I want inside you."
His blunt declaration had you catching your breath and you nodded this time. As your feet shifted apart, he brought one of your hands down your body. You trembled as your fingers brushed against your slick folds before he guided them to his cock. It was his turn to shudder as you greedily wrapped around him, squeezing him.
"Inside," he growled, making goose bumps break out all over you.
You almost didn't want to let him go, but you shifted your hold and moved so he was pressed against your entrance. Your fingers had barely dropped from him when he thrust home. Rocking on your toes, you let out a soft keen as he stretched you, your muscles clenching around him at the invasion.
He was muttering against you, but you could only make out a few words, tight and hot repeated several times. Thorin was still against you for a long moment, panting against your shoulder before his hips recoiled and surged forward again.
Your free hand came back up to land on the rock to keep yourself from smacking into it. Your arms tensed as you used them to push back against him, meeting him as he slid inside you. His free hand was holding your hip, keeping you steady as he took you. His fingers were curling into the soft flesh, his nails biting into your skin. The other was still tightly clutched in yours, holding it against the rock.
Head falling forward, you moaned as you caught sight of him sliding hard between your legs and squeezed your eyes shut. But the image was still there. You could see the thick length of him disappearing inside you and it made your muscles tighten even more around him. You could feel his thighs slamming into the back of yours as he thrust, the soft leather of his trousers such a contrast to the hard muscles you were used to.
You protested softly when his hand let yours go and you felt it slide down your side. When it reached your hip, it slid back up, joined by the other, but this time they slipped under your tunic. He ripped at the binding you had used over your breasts before he was cupping the soft flesh. You cried out as he pinched your nipples, rolling the tender buds between his fingers. His touch was rough and hard, mimicking the way he was thrusting between your legs.
"Thorin," you panted, legs trembling and feeling like they were going to give out on you.
He made a low noise before his thrusts changed and you nearly screamed. Instead of being long and filling you completely, he kept them short, working his cock over that sensitive spot just inside you. The thick head drug over it, making your knees buckle slightly and sparks flare all through your body. He would just go far enough inside you to get over that spot before pulling out to rub against you all over again.
"You're going to kill me!" you gasped, trying to move and take him deeper.
He laughed darkly in your ear and kissed under it. "You'll survive."
You weren't so sure. You felt like you were hovering on the edge and while each thrust drove you closer to it, it wasn't enough to send you over. Bracing yourself better with one arm, you moved the other between your legs. It was his turn to hiss as your fingers brushed against him as he thrust before he growled shortly as you began rubbing at your clit.
"Cheater," he muttered, swearing as your muscles tightened around the head of his cock.
You didn't say anything, biting down on your lip as your fingers worked over your tender flesh. A muffled cry left you when he began thrusting hard into you again, the full length of him sliding over you now. The thick vein on the underside of his erection was a constant pressure against that spot and had you seeing stars. Your fingers trembling against your clit and your legs shook.
He was pounding into you, driving you further towards orgasm. He was relentless in his taking of you, one of his hands sliding down so he could wrap it around your waist. Pulling you back against him to meet every thrust, he growled lowly as your muscles clenched around him. He didn't stop thrusting, making your pleasure even more intense.
Gasping in a quick breath of air, you felt your whole body shake as it focused on nothing but what was happening between your legs. A hard rub of your fingers against your clit and a deep thrust from him sent you over, his name leaving you in a harsh cry. You shuddered in his grasp, feeling like you were going to collapse, but he kept you up. And kept thrusting into your trembling body.
Your forehead thumped forward to land against your arm as he rocked into you, his thrusts becoming frenzied as you clenched and squeezed him. Your shaking fingers slid down to brush against him and it made him jerk harshly against you.
His curse was short and hard in your ear as his hips slammed into your thighs, his body shuddering as he released inside you. He rocked against you again, but slower this time, gradually coming to a complete stop as he leaned into you.
A soft noise left you as he pressed you to the rock, catching you between him and it once again. He was panting softly against your neck, his lips brushing over you. Soft murmurs were leaving him and you just let the low rumble of his voice wash over you.
"I changed my mind," he finally said, his voice sounding wrecked.
"Mm?" you mumbled, shivering as his fingers stroked over your breast again.
"I'm glad you came with us," he breathed wickedly.
A/N: Why does angry sex have to work so damn well with Thorin? Granted, it was always going to be angry as soon as I saw the prompt. So yes, King Under the Mountain again. This was a request from ShamlessFanGirl669 and I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it took so long to update and get to the prompt! Hope you all enjoyed this latest round with our favourite dwarf king!
As a small aside, I don't mind when people prompt a pairing, but it's harder for me to write without a little bit more of a setting than that. It doesn't even have to be much, like a word if you can't think of a scenario that I could base it off of. That being said, I do have a bit of a list to work through still, but feel free to ask for something via review or pm if you want. :)