Thorin didn't respond to your kiss right away, still too caught up in remembering his last words to you. Âzyungal, my love and lover, could this be? Could he have truly found his One in you, a human? How was it even possible? You were such a delicate race, nothing like the sturdy and powerful dwarves, and your lives were so short. How could he be expected to love and cherish one who would leave him so soon and…

Stubborn as ever, he refused to believe it and he started to push you away angrily. You fisted a hand in his dark locks, deepening the kiss, your other hand wrapping tightly around his painful erection, making hiss through clenched teeth.

"I won't have any of this!" he flared, almost shouting.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scream at you. I'm tired from this night and I don't think I can take much more of this," he replied, trying to free himself from your grasp, fully intent on leaving you like this, with no explanation whatsoever.

But you had come to know how hardheaded he was. You knew he wouldn't yield easily, even though you were now convinced he had feelings for you.

"Let me take care of this for you. I can tell you're still in pain..."

He looked at you, searching your eyes for answers, not knowing what to say or what to do, caught between a great need to give in to you and the fear of what it would mean if he did. His expression broke your heart. You could tell he was both frightened and distressed, eager still for your touch but so conflicted about how he felt that he couldn't totally abandon himself to the sensations until he found completion.

Taking him by the hand, you guided him back over you as you laid on the bed, opening your legs for him. The heat of his body over yours covered your mind with a thick haze of lust and love. You directed his cock at your entrance right away, lifting your hips greedily toward it. Thorin's eyes fluttered close when he slipped slowly into your heat, a shaky breath escaping his parted lips.

"Don't think, Thorin, don't think… just feel. Feel me, feel how we fit perfectly together. Feel how tight I am around you, how your thick cock stretches me so deliciously. Let it take you over and come for me."

"Mahal, yes…" and wincing with need as he started to rock inside you, listening to your every word, trying to focus on the sensations only, feeling his body come to life again, forgetting his hesitations, his fears, and just basking in the flawlessness of it all.

As the intensity of his pleasure increased, his anxiety came creeping back. Lifting himself on one hand, he grabbed your knee to instruct you to wrap both your legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper into you. You couldn't believe how good it felt to have him buried this deep. Even after all you had done, you still wanted him inside you, always. So you tightened your legs around him, crossing your ankles on his back, and running your hands on his muscular arms. You encouraged him to move faster, throwing your head back on the bed, enjoying the way he possessed you.

An odd feeling suddenly came over you when Thorin's thrusts became erratic and uncoordinated. You opened your eyes to look at him. His expression sent shivers down your spine… but this time, it was shivers of fear. He looked distraught, anxious, but worse than before. His eyes were travelling from the place where you were joined to your face and back again. His panic was evident, and you wondered if it really was a good idea to have him take you again, without addressing what was going on with him.

Out of breath you tried talking to him between his thrusts.

"Thorin? Thorin, look at me. What is it?"

He looked at you again and he was the perfect picture of desperation, his brow pinched close together in the middle of his forehead. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized the depth of his distress.

"I… I don't know… I just…", he said, slowing his pace inside you.

"Thorin, talk to me, please. What's going on? You're scaring me!"

"I… I w-want you…", his voice only a whisper, his eyes pleading.

"You have me, my Love. You have all of me."

"My love… You keep calling me 'my Love'… It's t-torture…"

You were not sure what to make of his last words. Perhaps you were mistaken in thinking he had feelings for you. Perhaps you were coming on too strong when, in fact, all Thorin wanted was to satisfy his need in you.

"I have you now but…It's not…. Enough… I… I don't have the words…", Thorin mumbled, almost incoherent.

"Don't be scared… it's okay, I can take it… slow down and close your eyes… focus on what you feel, on what you are trying to say… but don't use words… show me… show me with your body, Thorin."

And that seemed to calm him… he slowed his thrusts into you, still as rock-hard as when he started fucking you, what seemed like days ago. He closed his eyes, taking in a shaky breath. His hands were trembling on your hips and for a minute, you feared you might have lied to him… you were scared of what was happening now! You took everything he threw at you, all of his passion, his desire, his terrifyingly powerful need for you. You took it all. But what if this was not enough… what else more could you possibly give him now?

Thorin had a look of utter concentration on his face now. He was still pumping into you slowly, which was agonizing. You were so close to coming, again, when the mood had changed and you now had a painful ache inside you that needed to be soothed and fast. You were overly sensitive. Everything inside you was tender but you couldn't seem to get enough of him. However, you didn't want to rush him, not now.

To make matters worse, Thorin suddenly stopped moving altogether. You looked at him and he slowly opened his eyes, gazing at you, a look of absolute peace and serenity overcoming his features. Never breaking the connection you had, he slowly let his body cover yours, bringing both his hands to cup your face. His face was only inches away from yours, your breaths mingling and his amazing blue eyes staring right into yours. Time stopped. You couldn't have described that instant. It was such a small gesture, caressing your face like that, but all your feelings for him swelled up inside you and were pushed to the surface. You were about to say something to him when he gently put a finger on your lips and started to move inside you again.

His thrusts were long, deep, and slow; like he wanted you to feel every single inch of his length brushing inside of you. He retracted his cock almost all the way out and pushed it back in slowly, purposefully. Just when you thought you might die from the incredible feeling of his flesh deeper and deeper into you, he gently but firmly snapped his hips forward. He didn't increase his pace, but the deeper he sank into you, the sharper his final hip thrusts became. With every single thrust, he was rubbing hard on that sweet spot inside you, making you see flashes of light behind your eyes. He had one hand firmly holding your hip in place as he sloooowly drove into you. With his other hand, he grasped at your shoulder, trying to bring you closer to him still. It was never enough. It was all so erotic, so passionate, so… perfect. This, this was lovemaking.

"Oh Gods…. Oh fuck, Thorin what are you doing to me…. Oh Gods!... Gods, it's too much… oh fuck…. Don't stop… just don't stop!"

You were lost in the feeling of him. Lost in the sensations that were overwhelming your whole body. Your ears were ringing and you weren't sure if you were going to laugh or cry, the sweet confusion driving you insane. You all but forgot Thorin's issues. You shut your eyes tightly and you began to meet Thorin's thrusts forcefully… Tears pooled in your eyes. You were afraid to come, afraid that you would lose your mind, afraid of what this meant to him… of what this meant to you.

Thorin's breathing became harsher. You felt him throbbing deep inside of you. You knew he was going to come soon, one powerful orgasm. You wanted to see him come, you needed to see him come, so you opened your eyes. He was still staring at you. He grabbed your hips with both hands, tilting your pelvis, gaining more leverage to pump into you, keeping the motion slow and deep but increasing the tempo.

"Fuck! Thorin, Gods I'm so close… so close, please…" You shut your eyes tight again, your head thrashing from side to side, hands clawing at the sheets and then at his back, his hips, anything as you tried to hold on to something, anything desperately.

"Âzyungal…" he whispered softly, completely lost in the moment.

Your eyes flew open as you heard him calling you lover again. Thorin gazed straight into your eyes when he said it this time, intentionally slowly, like he was savouring the meaning of the word for the first time. You were speechless, transfixed by him, mere seconds away from falling over the edge and you saw Thorin's face, twisted from the sheer force of his feelings for you, finally accepting them, finally making peace with them, as thick tears rolled down his cheeks, his brows coming together in a wince of pure pleasure, and giving you one final perfect thrust, he groaned loudly as his load spilled deep into you, before he said

"You are my One, I love you so damn much…"

Your orgasm tore through you with such force, you almost passed out from it. You heard your high-pitched scream of ecstasy and your voice sounded strange to you. You shook violently, grabbing at Thorin while he kept thrusting into you, riding out his orgasm. And you came again… a strangled cry of his name on your lips and your tears flowed freely, unafraid, shameless. With a broken voice, you answered him back.

"I love you, too, melhekhuh"

Thorin's chest swelled with pride, the expression in his eyes so soft but yet so passionate when he heard you calling him "my King" in his native tongue.

"That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my entire life…" He smiled at you lovingly.

Thorin bent down to give you the most passionate kiss you ever experienced. You laced your fingers into his dark locks, pulling him toward you, wanting him to be closer, wanting him to devour you again, forever, always. When you parted, he slid out of you, his cock finally falling limp. You crawled next to him, cuddling by his side. You sighed with bliss, turning your face toward the window to notice the sun just rising. What a perfect night this was, and the fact that you knew there were so many other nights like that to come filled you with an unspeakable joy. Resting your head on Thorin's shoulder, you barely noticed him wrapping his powerful arm around you before you fell fast asleep.