The dwarf's chest heaved heavily as he laid still.
I can hear his breath…
I can hear his steps…
Like a mouse I have fallen into his trap.
Knowing it was a trap…
He's coming closer…
Thorin's spine tingled at the thought of being weak prey. He took deeper breaths trying to cope with his desire to welcome that title.
I am dwarf, but I want to be the one he hunts…
The one his claws dig into…
The one to plead for mercy…
I will die…
Even now I feel the urge within me. The desire to die by his hands…
Why do I seek such a thing? The dwarf I used to be would never settle fpr this…
I would have never willingly sat on his lap.
His hard, thick, lap…
Allowed his hands to hold onto my body…
Or tremble as he clawed my chest…
Lowering down my spine, tracing his markings…
Slipping into me. Moving and shifting inside my body…
Then next…
Thorin moaned weakly, rolling his head lightly against the ground. Feeling his hair shift and tingle around his ears. His hips barely managed to move as his shaft hardened. There was a shuffle of dirt near his head and his breath trembled.
He's above me, watching my every move.
I will end here, as my forefathers before me…
The night of the prince's first meeting with the orc flooded his mind.
You were beautiful standing there under the moon. The light wrapping around your body. My heart pounded and my breath ceased. The strength of your presence pulled out my soul. You've kept it haven't you? Waiting for my body to return for it.
The moment I tried to run, I wish I had embraced you…
I fought you as you as you tried to devour my will.
I wish you had succeeded…
I wish I could have known then how much I need you now. Given myself to you then instead of wasting all this time…
The prince hummed and rolled his head at the touch of the orc's fingers combing through his hair. Thorin opened his eyes slightly and stared into the vibrant blue eyes of his predator. The dwarf's breathing calmed and his memory faded from his sight.
It does not matter now. You are here to take me…
And I am ready…
The dwarf prince took in a deep breath, accidentally inhaling a puff of dirt. He coughed and weakly pushed his aching body onto his elbows with his head hanging in surrender. Thorin eyed the sharp plates of metal boots standing in front of him and fear crawled over his skin. He was a terrified little mouse bowing before a snake. He knows his death is coming and he is powerless to prevent it. But Thorin relished in the tremble that his exhausted muscles managed to make. As long as it was Azog, the durin prince would smile to his death.
"Azog…"
Thorin panted moans and raised his head slowly towards the orc's wide frame, kneeling infront of him. Azog's grin made the dwarf shiver and brought his large hand beside the prince's face, finally greeting his prize.
"Izg-dik lat urzkû horngaz-izub. Zaug-lat dorozg-zaarsh?"
The Durin looked away, breathing heavily as his heartbeat increased. The weight of his body multiplied from his exhaustion, keeping him grounded. His instincts told him to run but he refused to leave the orc this time.
This is it…
Thorin looked up into the orc's bright blue eyes. His arduous struggle that led to this moment rushed through his weak, crackling voice.
"I have longed for you all this time… Wanted you to return for me…"
Thorin's head slowly rested against the orc's hand that curled and stroked his hair.
"Longed for your touch against my skin once more… Your breath against my neck…"
Thorin rubbed his hair into the orc's firm hand. Azog moved his thumb to brush over Thorin's beard and caress the dwarf's lip. Thorin continued to breathe heavily through his confession while the orc's touch set off sparks of pleasure in his skin.
"I have called your name out in my dreams and while I was awake… I have begged for you to come and claim me as you did before…"
Thorin's hands gently grabbed onto the orc's hand and pressed it harder against his skin. He looked up pleading and needy for his predator.
"Please take me Azog… Use my body…"
Azog groaned at the dwarf's undefiant voice. Thorin closed his eyes and waited. The scrape of the orc's nails against his scalp, parting his hair, sent excitement through his body. His lip trembled in anticipation.
The prince's head dropped lower and Azog grabbed the dwarf's dark hair, bringing the grunting prince to his feet. Thorin weakly reached out to hold onto Azog's wrist and looked up through half lidded eyes. He did not fear Azog. His body quivered from the orc's power, but he was not afraid.
Azog watched the Durin shake in his grasp. He released his hold and watched the dwarf stagger and fall into his waist cloth. A tingle ran up Thorin's spine as he welcomed the orc's heat against his body. The prince rubbed his head against the cloth, finding the warmest part that started to grow hard against his cheek. The prince sniffed and inhaled the scent of the orc's genitals through the odd fabric. The smell overwhelmed his senses and he looked up to Azog moaning and panting.
"Azog…"
The sound of Azog's victorious chuckle made Thorin's eyes flutter and another moan creep out. The orc's hand curled around Thorin's neck and the prince let out a soft breath. His body shivered from the orc's every touch. He weakly kept his gaze on Azog's eyes, and murmured his words.
"More…"
Slowly the grip on his neck tightened and the overpowered sensation made Thorin's hardened cock twitch. The world spun as Azog began to cut off the dwarf's air, it seemed like the orc's favorite activity. Thorin caressed the orc's leathered arm, avoiding the sharp spikes. He whimpered when Azog raised his body from the ground, and grunted trying to hold onto the orc's wrist. It was by instinct alone that he tried to resist in that moment, but truly Thorin desired Azog to suffocate him as he pleased.
Thorin's vision faded in and out while he was sat onto a tree branch. Azog released his grip and the Durin gasped for breath. The orc roughly removed Thorin's wet trousers, almost pulling the dwarf off the branch. Thorin's body reacted on its own and clung to the bark. When the Durin was bare, Azog clawed the dwarf's twitching thighs and worked his way under Thorin's shirt. With the dwarf's help the damp bit of clothing was removed.
The dwarf kicked off his soggy boots and his toes curled from the cool air. He now sat naked with the bark scraping his rear. The sensation was rough but Thorin's erection welcomed it. He looked at Azog's scarred chest and traced the rigged skin with his fingers.
"You carved these yourself…"
Thorin spoke, not really thinking any thought in particular, admiring the orc's body. Azog was the only thing in his mind now.
Azog ignored the dwarf's language and spread Thorin's knees, positioning himself in-between. Thorin moaned and pressed his head into the hard pale chest as the orc's nails clawed down his spine.
Thorin groaned appreciatively and rocked his shaft into the orc's belt. He panted wanting to feel the orc's thick cock fill him with heat. The dwarf sniffed the orc's chest wantingly and his tongue crept out to lick it. The orc tasted of metal and dirt, but Thorin didn't care. Azog's nails traced over his name etched into Thorin's rear again and he groaned deeply. The orc's voice resonated from his chest and the dwarf moaned, trembling in bliss.
Azog pushed Thorin's shoulders back and grinned at the prince's lust-filled eyes. Thorin's mouth gaped, with his tongue still out, panting with desire. The dwarf brought his fingers to his own mouth and licked them as Azog watched with intrigue. Thorin rocked his hips before he leaned back and raised his knees, holding onto Azog's belt with his feet. The prince reached between his legs, past his hardened cock and slipped his fingers inside his demanding hole. Azog growled a smile as he watched in amusement.
"Zaug-lat gathrok latkraur Horngaz-izub. Fauthkû –izg htollat."
Thorin tilted his head back, moaning at Azog's deep voice.
"Azog… I need you…"
The prince's tongue lashed out and the orc was happy to comply. Thorin's mouth was filled with the orc's fingers pinching and fondling his tongue. Thorin barely held onto the branch as he pleasured himself. However, Azog still had his strong hold on the dwarf's shoulder and kept him from falling. The orc leaned down and used his fingers in the dwarf's mouth to tilt Thorin's head back further. Azog used the opportunity and licked Thorin's neck. He dragged his teeth over the dwarf's collar bone and to Thorin's expanding chest. He could feel Thorin's body tremble away from menacing teeth prowling at the dwarf's nipple.
Azog opened his mouth wide and tried to bite the dwarf's muscular peck. He relished in the pitiful whine and the way Thorin's body quivered against his teeth, biting harder until he could taste the Durin's blood. Thorin rutted his hips against Azog's waist, whimpering a moan and sucking the fingers deeper into his mouth. His own fingers had slipped out of his entrance while Azog was biting him and he held onto the orc's shoulder tightly.
The pale orc stood back up and withdrew his fingers from the dwarf's mouth. Thorin began to fall backwards as Azog had stopped holding him. He yelped as his body arched and hung backward on the branch, bark scraping more into his skin. Thorin's hair fell and the braid on his beard hanged in front of his nose. He tried to hold onto the branch and pull himself up but he was too weakened from the earlier chase.
"Azog…"
The orc grabbed the dwarf's quaking thigh and lifted it for easier access. Thorin whimpered as his body rose and his shoulders slid off the branch more. His fall would be imminent if Azog released him. The prince moaned feeling the tight squeeze and sharp nails holding his thigh. He was a doll the orc could easily manipulate into any position. The breeze that blew through his spread cheeks and over his sack made his cock drip and his body tremble again.
"Yes… Azog… Use me…
The pale orc let out a satisfying growl, watching the dwarf's wet hole clench impatiently. Thorin licked his lips trying to thrust his cock against any surface, feeling only his stomach and the string of precum attached to it.
"Olkûrz-lab has rûgh aarsh-ûr izishat skaat-krut… "
The dwarf shudderes and groaned deeply as the orc's large fingers began prodding his semi-worked open etrance. Thorin moaned and released his hold on the branch to caress his chest, clawing it as Azog would have. The orc's fingers pressed into his body easily and Azog quickly thrust them in and out of the dwarf. The prince hollered a moan and arched his back as far as he could, blood rushing to his head. Azog could only see the dwarf's chest moving and hear the panting whimpers from where Thorin's head had fallen hidden.
The orc frowned wanting to see the dwarf's face and lifted the prince's hips till his shoulders were firmly on the branch. The dwarf's head no longer hanging. Thorin looked up to Azog's head hovering over his small desperate body with the orc's fingertips scraping against his calves. Azog bent the dwarf in half until Thorin's knees touched his shoulders. A portion of Thorin's back laid against Azog's stomach.
The dwarf prince shivered from the vulnerable position. The orcs fingers dove back into his body with an intense speed. The prince writhed and shouted his pleasure as the orc gazed down at him.
"Brusizg kozlab zrii bugdat zaabr-skaat Ereborna"
Azog thrust his fingers harder into the prince, adding more every time the prince's moans settled on the same pitch. The prince's mouth gaped, panting madly at the stretch he'd been unable to give himself. The welcoming thickness of the orc that would soon come and plunge into his body.
Thorin's hands found their way to Azog's hips and held tightly. He watched Azog eyeing every expression on his face and moaned louder for the orc's pleasure. A smile grew on the prince's panting face as the orc stroked Thorin's prostate and reminded the dwarf how long he'd been fantasizing about this day.
"Thak me Azog…" (Mine me)
The orc grinned, hearing the dwarf's protected language call out to him.
"Brishzelisg zrii honlat grish-zaarsh, Thorin undag Train-ob… M olkû oshadhûr aarsh."
Azog withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his massive tongue. Delving inside the whining dwarf without care and wetting the dwarf's muscle. Thorin squirmed as the orc's saliva dripped and tingled over his sack. He groaned and breathed heavily as his toes curled and tried to touch the orc's arm. Azog withdrew and stepped back to flip Thorin onto his chest while holding the dwarf's hips.
Thorin slumped his arms over the branch with his forehead resting on the bark. The rest of his body was pulled away and his legs dangled from the orc's hold. Thorin's body seemed limp within Azog's grasp. It was unlike the past times he's laid with the orc. He wanted more than ever for the orc to thrust into his weakened body. His worn out muscles only made him more pliant and at ease. Having given in, there was nothing to hold him back from enjoying the pleasure Azog brought him this time.
Thorin groaned and clenched his teeth. He closed his eyes as he felt the orc's slick tip rub between his cheeks and his cock ache with need. Slowly it pushed into him, making his head roll against the hard bark with desperate breaths. He curled his toes on the orc's knee, trying to arch his hips more. The prince bit his lip as his felt his entrance expand and welcome the orc's thick tip. It still burned but the thought of the orc's size alone washed away the dwarf's mild pain.
"More…"
Azog pushed in slowly, feeling the dwarf's muscle resist him slightly. His tip being the widest part of his shaft only needed to make it past the prince's ring before he could slide in with ease. Thorin trembled and moaned as his muscle started closing around the end of the orc's tip. His clenched weakly around the heated cock, smiling with a satisfied groan.
The orc's cock caused him the burning pain and sting of almost being ripped apart. It only excited his shaft more by the orc's victorious claim over his body. He had earned many battle wounds before and the pain was masked with adrenaline. This was no different to him, only this time he was filled with sexual pleasure that he had not once experienced in his sheltered life.
Sex was not a leisurely activity for dwarves. They would only participated in the activity for the sake of childbearing. And there were only few that ever had that chance. It required them to submit to the will of another, and no dwarf would place their pride aside for such thing.
It was a different situation for Thorin. He was forced to submit and receive pleasure against his will. The idea angered him during the past months, but now he welcomed this new sensation. The pleasure Azog forced into his body before riddled his mind with for more nights on end. It may have been his naivety to the act, or the curse on his bloodline that raised his bodies response to it. The pale orc had the perfect prize in his grasp, writhing to please his every need.
Azog groaned menacingly behind the dwarf's hanging body, Thorin clenched his teeth and smiled knowing what was to come. He braced himself as a hard snap drove the orc's cock deep into the his body making Thorin scream a harsh moan. The prince whipped his head back, hollering loudly without care of being found. Thorin's legs pushed against Azog's thighs in reflex and his fingers dug into the bark. The thickness that filled his body rushed through his senses.
"Yes, give me more… Ubzar Azog…" (deeper)
The prince breathed out and Azog took his time pulling out slowly for the dwarf to appreciate every inch of his cock. Thorin whimpered when he felt his skin stretch around the tip again and the orc's cock slipped out. The dwarf's hole closed quickly and Thorin looked back, moaning to the orc.
"Azog?..."
Thorin threw his head back, choking on a scream as Azog slammed his hips back into the dwarf. The sudden opening to his ring sent a shock through the dwarf's body and his eyes fluttered. Azog groaned deeply as the dwarf's muscle spasm around his cock. Thorin's voice stuttered a breath as he felt the orc's shaft pulse and caused him to twitch.
The orc chuckled as he admired the dwarf's spine, slowly pulling out his cock once more. Thorin quivered and panted as the orc left his body empty. There was a thick slap to his back and he felt the heat of the orc's cock dripping on his spine.
"Kramplat hon mal honlat gaz gazat? Shaatii-izub brishzel zung hûnlab ghung tuglizg."
Thorin didn't understand a word and only felt the orc rutting against his back. The sheer length of it made the dwarf's legs thighs spread further apart.
"Kahomhîlizu Azog… More… I want to feel you inside again…" (please)
The Durin proceeded to beg for the orc's cock and Azog grinned. He curled his fingers under the dwarf's stomach and raised the prince from the branch. Azog turned Thorin over until only the back of his head rested on the branch. He watched as Thorin began to slip forward, unable to hang his arms for balance. Thorin jerked his dangling arms and hooked them onto the branch, trying to muster the strength to keep himself from dropping. Azog showed no intention of helping him and only stood there holding the rest of the dwarf's naked body.
Thorin blushed at the feeling of showing off his chest in that position, not that he should have felt embarrassed by that alone. Azog grinned and slid his hand up the dwarf's hip and flicked the dwarf's nipple with his nail. Thorin gasped and his chest expanded into the orc's hand. Azog chuckled and flicked to nipple again to hear the dwarf's pitched grunts and see Thorin's contorted expression.
"Lab Kraur gûrir shaatii-izub tug largizg nargzab-lagat lat akash horngaz-izub…"
The Durin twisted his body trying to escape the next flick. His knees started to rise above his body, blocking most of Azog's sight. The orc pushed Thorin's knees back under his arms and pressed his elbows into them to keep them in place. Azog's hand slid back over the dwarf's body and his fingertips brushed under the dwarf's beard.
Thorin tilted his head back slightly moaning at the gentle scrape to his neck. The orc's thumb curled over his jaw and slipped over his bottom lip, pushing its way over the dwarf's teeth. Azog propped the dwarf's mouth open and hummed. Thorin panted heavily and gazed into the orcs eyes. His tongue slid over the orc's thumb and his lips closed in on it, sucking desperately.
"Kramplat nargzab-shiipog izish, gaz gazat?"
Thorin only sucked harder wanting Azog to thrust into him again. Azog removed his fingers and grabbed his cock, positioning himself to re-enter the dwarf. Thorin panted before it even touched his entrance and smiled at the orc, glancing down to his cock. Thorin licked his lips and gulped, watching the space between his hips and the orc grow. He clenched his teeth and looked back to Azog, clutching the branch tightly.
Azog slammed back into the prince's body and watched the dwarf's head curl and sink into his chest, arms trying to squeeze together. Thorin pressed his head hard against the branch groaning loudly. His body trembled from the impact and he whimpered feeling Azog leave again, readying for another strike. Azog repeated, sending shock waves through the dwarf's body. Thorin screamed and cried out a few times, while others he choked on a moan and barely made a sound.
Tears streamed down the dwarf's cheek from his mind resetting every time his hole closed from the orc leaving his body. Each jolt caused his head whip back and hit the branch he pressed himself into, and drive his senses insane.
"Stop… Please…"
Thorin words broke out in a cry with the next slam to his tortured hole. Azog growled and watched the prince's face carefully. The dwarf's stomach had a small trail of precum dribbling from Thorin's cock. The prince said nothing and Azog slid out at a grueling slow pace. He watched the dwarf's face relax and a pleasurable hum rumble from his lips.
"More…"
Thorin moaned faintly, and Azog chuckled at the prince's prior lie. He kept himself inside the dwarf's body and slammed the dwarf into his hips, taking to a heated pace. Thorin's cock smacked against the orc's leather belt and the prince panted a multitude of whines and moans.
"No… yes…no…yes…"
Thorin's mind couldn't figure out what to say, but Azog knew the dwarf wanted to be stuffed with his shaft until he passed out. The orc rammed the dwarf's hips into his thrusts, groaning at the prince's sweat covered hairy chest. Tears staining the eyes of the debauched prince, losing himself to the much needed pleasure.
"Azog…"
Thorin panted mid whine, his tongue leaving his mouth every so often. Azog bucked hard at the sound of his name but a growl louder than his own broke his concentration. His warg was alert and on guard, the hair on her spine spiked with danger. Azog snarled and pried Thorin's stiff grip from the branch. Thorin's mind dazed as he tried to understand, but the orc's cock inside him shifted and drained his strength.
Azog held onto Thorin's back and kneeled to pick up the dwarf's clothing. He quickly jumped on the warg's back making Thorin's body jerk on his shaft. Azog turned Thorin's body around, still on his cock. The prince cried out and his body was planted against the warg's warm fur. The dwarf welcomed the touch to his skin and felt the orc lean down and press hard against his body.
The orc held onto the warg's fur with both hands, keeping his chest low to keep Thorin from falling. She took off and ran through the forest. Azog's cock drove deeper than ever into Thorin's bouncing body as they ran through to forest. Thorin cried out and curled at every thrust, feeling Azog's cock wanting to stay buried deep inside him for longer moments. However the warg's running disturbed that and Azog had to wait until they were further away.
Thorin's fingers tightened on the warg's fur and the next impact caused his body to shudder as his orgasm spilled under him. Azog could feel it and he snarled his displeasure.
"Globûrz Golug!"
The prince's body melted and his moans came less. Azog headed back north towards the river. Thorin watched his surroundings though he did not fully take them in. The orc's cock still jolted inside him, drawing out faint gasps. The warg stopped and slid down the steep slope before the river bank. Azog glanced around for enemies before dismounting. Thorin hummed and gasped quickly as he was handled.
Azog sat down leaning his back against the dirt slope, and turned the dwarf towards him. Thorin's hair fell over his glossed over face. The Durin's head drooped slightly as he sat on Azog's lap panting lightly.
"Rûk-izish."
Azog bucked his hips and the prince bounced. Thorin glanced to the orc through his parted hair and held on weakly to the orc's hands on his hips. The Durin raised himself off the orc's lap and sunk back down slowly. Azog's fingers clawed his arse and pushed the dwarf down harder. Thorin groaned weakly and his pace was unsatisfactory for the orc. Azog took control quickly and raised the dwarf high on his cock and watched it disappear once again.
The orc enjoyed seeing how far the dwarf's ring stretched around his pulsing shaft. Despite his hatred of the sun, it showed off more of the dwarf's body than the shadows of night ever did. Azog raised Thorin again and tilted the dwarf back so he could look at the dwarf's red muscle. The prince's hole spread imaginably wide and devoured the length of his cock.
But still the orc wanted more of the dwarf's body to respond before he could finish. Since Thorin came on his own he reacted with less interest. There was still the lusting hint in the dwarf's eyes but no energy to show it. Azog stood again and walked to the edge of the bank. Thorin held onto the orc's chest moaning quietly and resting in his relaxed position.
Azog chuckled and dropped into the cold water, emerging quickly with a trembling Durin whimpering against him in shock.
"Azog! Why!"
Thorin's teeth chattered and his body shivered. The current didn't sweep the orc away and they were in a shallow area that Azog could stand with his chest out of the water. He pressed Thorin's back against the bank, with only Thorin's head resting on the edge. Thorin's hands raised from the water and trembled against the orc's chest.
Azog grinned feeling the dwarf's every shiver causing the prince's muscle to close in on him tighter. He thrust madly into the stuttering dwarf. The friction from Azog's thrust helped heat the inside of the prince's body and keep him from freezing completely. Thorin's quivering moans and cries tickled Azog's ears and made him growl as he thrust into the small body.
Each thrust only made Thorin's ring clench down tighter from the cold around him. He grunted but the pain from the friction was masked by the water cooling his skin. His nipples hardened under the water and brushed against the orc' belt.
"A-z-z-og, p-p-p-l-leaseee."
Thorin's words stuttered and only drew the orc closer to his orgasm. Azog snarled and called out to the prince.
"Pukhl bugud-izub gaz gazat."
"Wh-h-a-a-a-t-t?"
Azog bucked hard and pounded the dwarf against the bank. Thorin grunted and hissed.
"A-a-z-z-z-zog! D-d-a-m-mit!"
Thorin moaned feeling the orc's cock shudder and release inside him. His pained expression dissolved as the orc's hot cum filled his body. Azog grinned and lifted himself out of the water. The orc kneeled down and placed the shivering Durin down against shoulders again, bending the dwarf in half. Thorin's body shook as he gazed up through his bent over legs, seeing Azog prowling over him again. The orc pushed Thorin's hips so the prince could see the orc pull out of his body.
Thorin moaned at the sight, feeling his face flush with heat. He'd never truly seeing the orc's size clearly. As the pale shaft pulled out it was covered in the orcs dripping cum. Azog's cock popped out and bounced, splattering cum onto Thorin's face. The prince flinched at the sudden drops and looked up to see his gaping hole leaking cum over his sack and dripping down his cock.
The prince blushed and his body stopped trembling. A desperate moan left his lips at the sight. Azog shifted and delved his fingers back into the dwarf's hole unexpectedly. Thorin groaned loudly and the fingers slipped out, dripping with cum. Azog leaned down and shoved his fingers into the dwarf's mouth, making the dwarf savor the taste. Thorin grunted and whined from the intrusion to his mouth but his tongue lapped over the orc's digits. The prince's lust-driven eyes blinked and moaned to the orc. He mumbled over the fingers in his mouth.
"More…"
Azog smirked wickedly and moved, standing and squatting over the dwarf's bent over legs between his thighs and Thorin's head directly below his hips. He stroked his cock quickly for any leftover cum to emerge. When the orc felt it rising through his cock he squatted lower till the tip of his cock pushed into the dwarf's small mouth. Thorin opened wide but his jaw couldn't open enough for the large cock to enter.
He licked the tip hungrily waiting for the hot spurt to rush into his mouth. Azog snarled feeling only a little bit come out. Luckily the dwarf's mouth was small and the little bit of cum was enough to coat the dwarf's tongue and drip down his throat. Thorin moaned, savoring the taste and kept it in his mouth as long as he could.
The orc stood and let the dwarf's body unfold. Thorin's legs rested, spread out as the remaining cum in his body spilled out. Azog pulled on Thorin's beard, tilting his head slightly and propping open the dwarf's mouth. He eyed the cum in the Durin's mouth and smiled. Azog lifted Thorin's beard and pulled the dwarf up. Thorin sat and the orc continued to pull his beard until the dwarf faced the sky. The prince's mouth closed and he swallowed, glancing back to the pleased orc.
Thorin smiled and Azog laid the dwarf back down, licking the dwarf's neck and down his hair covered chest. The prince chuckled and hummed as the orc's tongue tickled his torso. He arched his back as Azog licked down the dwarf's stomach to his thigh. The prince yelped as the orc bit him suddenly.
"Dammit Azog! I was enjoying that!"
Azog whipped his head back to Thorin's face menacingly and growled with a smile.
"List-izg lat zrii zamal. molkû lat paashnar brus-zrii zi gashnatizb."
Thorin groaned and licked his lips feeling the orcs powerful presence devour him. He watched the orc's fingers slide over his mouth and gripped his cheek. His head was jerked to the side and Azog attacked his ear with a barrage of licks.
"No! Not *moan* this *moan* again!"
Thorin started to chuckle through his moans from the pleasuring assault to his ear. Azog flipped him over without warning and began licking the dwarf's back. Thorin whimpered from the shiver running down his spine. Azog pulled Thorin from the ground and made the prince stand as he continued to taste him. Thorin moaned, curling his back and rocked his hips against the orc's chest. When Azog's licked his way to the Durin's arse, Thorin bit his lip in preparation and raised his hips for the orc..
He grunted as Azig bit his firm cheek, sinking teeth into his flesh. The pain tingled an odd pleasure inside him and he groaned through his teeth as the orc licked the blood burning out from the wounds. Thorin was hard again and his hand automatically reached to stroke himself.
Azog noticed and moved his teeth to the dwarf's hip, biting and licking the dwarf's blood. Thorin moaned louder, gripping himself tighter. The orc proceeded to bite the dwarf's skin, making his way up the dwarf's body. Thorin cried out when the orc bit his shoulder and hissed feeling himself about to cum again. The orc slid his teeth against the dwarf's neck to Thorin's ear.
"Lat nargzab-izish hotl-lat urzkû?
Thorin shuddered at the deep sound followed by a hard bite to his ear. A small amount of cum escaped his tip as another orgasm swept through his body. Thorin panted and rested against Azog's body. The orc grinned and licked the dwarf's cheek before laying Thorin back down. Thorin groaned appreciatively and hummed the orc's name.
"Azog…"
"Gimb-izg nûkhud traf gat horngaz-izub. Fauthizb."
Azog stood and mounted his warg, tossing the dwarf his clothes. Thorin laid there lazily and watched perplexed as the orc turned from him.
"Where are you going?"
Azog didn't look back, only chuckled and kicked his warg into a sprint up the slope. Thorin rolled onto his side and pushed his upper body up.
He's left?...
What does that mean?
Is he coming back?
Thorin pondered and rolled onto his back, staring at the sky.
I thought I would disappear with him…
Why did he leave me behind?
Does he not want to use my body any longer?
The prince wondered over and over, watching the sky as the sun dried his skin. A bird flew through his vision and he followed it. It headed up river and Thorin realized the woodland kingdom was up that direction. Beside him his clothes lay untainted. Thorin grabbed his shirt and looked it over carefully.
Not once has he ripped it, nor left my clothes behind.
Back then…
The first time he dressed me before leaving me to rest alone…
Does he want me to return to my home?
Why?
Why can he not just keep me for his use?
I don't understand…
If he wishes to lay with me again then it would save him resources to keep me…
I wanted to go with you…
Why did you leave me...
Thorin dressed himself slowly, feeling lost and confused. He stood puzzling at the river and back towards the woodland realm. It took what seemed like ages before he understood.
You just want to pleasure yourself with my body. Not take care of me as some pet.
Thorin smiled and chuckled to himself.
I see.
That is how it will be.
Our secret.
I was foolish to think my life would end like that…
I can live with my desire for you just as father said…
I should have accepted it sooner...
Till next time, Azog I will find you first…