CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT (or me pushing the limits to Thorin's sense of adventure...)He'd been deep in thought when I walked towards him minutes later, and when he still hadn't noticed me, his eyes staring into the fire, I stood before him. I was naked, my long hair trailing loosely over my breasts. I heard his deep intake of breath as he leaned against the back of the chair to look at me. Gone was the chemise I wore beneath my tunics, the gold cuffs and beads that decorated my hair. Instead, I wore nothing except for the necklace - no, the circlet - he had crafted with his own hands so many years ago. It still looked magnificent now, a necklace that spanned the front of my neck, warm now against my skin.
I watched Thorin's eyes darken as he took in what he saw in front of him. My skin prickled with anticipation for what I was about to do next, wondering if I'd be able to do it right, hoping that I would not hurt him. I did not speak, and neither did he. I knelt on the rug before him and began to unlace his heavy boots, one at a time, taking my time with each one. I could feel his eyes upon me, watching my every move, leaving his pipe upon the table next to him to grip the arm rests of the chair as I went about undressing him.
After I'd removed his boots, I knelt up to unclasp the ties of his tunic, feeling him leaning forward towards me so he could kiss me, but I held myself back, not allowing him to do so. Instead, Thorin brought his hands to my hair, stroking the curls that fell over my shoulders, brushing his fingers intentionally over my breasts. Still I avoided his gaze, intent only in slipping his tunic over his shoulders and after that, his dark shirt with its laces upon the front.
With each passing minute, I felt myself growing wet with desire for him, wanting nothing more than to pull him from the chair and drag him to the bed so he could make love to me. But this was not what I wanted for him - not yet. I wanted to show Thorin that I wanted so much to please him as well, just as he had pleased me earlier tonight. I wanted to show him the things I could do, the very same things that I'd been playing inside my head through most of the hours between earlier that night, when he'd gone down to taste me there and now, when I wanted to do the same to him.
I ran my hands through his chest, playing with the hair that curled about my fingers, seeking to tease the nipples that hardened beneath my touch as my hands made their way down his torso. His muscles tightened as I moved my hands lower to untie the laces of his trousers. I could feel his erection hard against the fabric, straining to be set free. He gasped when I pulled his trousers off him, lifting his hips so that I could pull the trousers down but not before running my hands against the hard muscles of his buttocks - and giving them a playful squeeze.
Thorin groaned as I ran my hands across the front of his thighs, feeling the sinews harden beneath my palms as I leaned forward, thrusting my breasts so he could see them as I positioned myself between his knees. He gripped the sides of the armchair and leaned back when my hands found him, stroking his throbbing cock in my palms, pushing the foreskin down to expose the sensitive head. I licked my lips as I gently ran my fingers along the length of him, cupping his balls with my other hand and squeezing them.
Thorin gasped and brought his head forward, watching me carefully as I lowered my head and kissed the head of his cock, tasting the precum that coated its tip. He called my name then, his hand gripping my shoulder before finding my hair and gathering it in his fist. This time, I knew what I wanted to do and I wanted only to hear him say my name in between moans of pleasure as I took him in my mouth. I ran my tongue along the length of him, from root to tip, tracing the frenulum with my tongue before taking the head of his cock in my mouth, allowing my tongue to wrap around it playfully.
As I teased and tasted and sucked him, Thorin squirmed and moaned beneath me, spurring me to go on and do more, so much more. Tormenting him like this made me even more wet for him, my juices dripping down my inner thighs as I clamped my legs together, forcing myself to think only of his pleasure, for I knew that mine would come later.
His body stiffened as I nibbled the underside of his cock, my tongue between teeth flattened against the length of the sensitive skin there as I moved my hands up and down his shaft. He began to tremble, the muscles along his thighs quivering beneath me as I brought my mouth down his cock again, this time almost gagging at the size of him.
He called my name out loud then, and I could not remember if he begged me to stop, or to keep on going. I kept going, anticipating at his approaching surrender. But Thorin was not about to let go so quickly. He pulled me up by my shoulders and roughtly brought me up against him, my breasts pressing against his chest, the hair tickling my skin. He kissed me hard, his fingers tangled in my hair and pulling me down roughly. His breathing was ragged and he closed his eyes, resting my forehead against his as he caught his breath. I could feel his cock throbbing against my thigh but as I brought my hand down towards it, Thorin grabbed my hand stopping me.
I was so wet for him, the juices of my pussy coating his belly as he brought me against him and his eyes widened as he brought one hand lower to see for himself. "By the gods," he groaned. "You are one bad, bad dwarf."
I licked my lips, my face coloring as I saw the expression on Thorin's face. It was desire and awe all blended into one that made me quake for him. "So what are you going to do with this...bad dwarf, my prince? Does she need to be punished for her terrible deeds?"
Thorin's eyes darkened as he smiled, pulling me closer to him. "Does she deserve to be punished?"
I blushed and bit my lip, a faint smile on my lips.
"Oh, yes, she does," Thorin drawled. "For she's incited the prince quite terribly. He's in agony as we speak."
He got up from the chair, still holding me in his arms as I wrapped my legs around him. He walked towards the bed and deposited me next to it, the backs of my legs hitting against the wooden frame. Thorin curled a finger through my hair, his hair along his arms tickling my breast as he pushed my hair off one shoulder so he could caress the skin just below the necklace that I wore. I shivered as his beard grazed along my skin, his warm lips brushing lightly upon my neck as my arms went around his, clinging to him.
Thorin kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth and making my knees quake beneath me. My belly tightened as he gathered my breast in his hand and kneaded it, pulling the nipple playfully as I moaned. For a few moments, he simply kissed me, and I lowered my guard, wondering if he'd forgotten all about my punishment. It did not matter, I thought. I wanted him to take me any way he wanted.
But before I could relax, Thorin let go of me and abruptly turned me around, pushing my torso over the bed so I was bent over at the waist before him.
"What punishment should the prince mete out upon this bad, bad dwarf, you think?" He drawled as I felt him nudge my feet wider apart, his hands caressing my buttocks. I held my breath as Thorin ran his hand along the hollow of my spine, tracing the skin from between my shoulders down to my sacrum.
"Whatever the prince feels she deserves," I whispered, my heart beating wildly inside my chest as I could only imagine what Thorin was about to do. I felt his fingers run along the my buttocks, slipping between the cheeks to move down to where the molten heat of my sex awaited him. He chuckled as he felt the wetness that dripped down my thighs, breathing hard as he ran his hand along my intimate folds.
"Is this what she deserves?" He asked, bending forward to whisper in my ear, the weight of him pushing me down upon the covers.
I gasped my assent as he slipped his finger inside me, stroking me gently as I moaned. He moved back to stand behind me, his other hand caressing my buttocks, squeezing one cheek and then the other.
"Or is this what she deserves?" When his hand lashed out against my sensitive skin, I yelped, almost jumping in fright and pain. It stung and I shivered, my arms reaching out alongside me to grap hold of the covers as he did it again, and again, and again.
Thorin could have used more force, but he didn't. It made my skin tingle and sting, the pain gone as quickly as it came. If he'd used more force, I would have been screaming. But I did not need to. I did not want to.
For all that time, his other hand caressed me down there, slipping not just one but two fingers inside me, feeling me become wetter with each lashing he gave. I was pushing my hips against him now, wanting more of the pain and the pleasure that he gave me, no longer understanding what had come over me as I yearned for the strike of his palm against my buttocks, and the caress that followed soon after. My body was on fire, my skin stinging from the pain of his ministrations yet my pussy squeezing wildly around his fingers, the juices flowing even more with each passing minute.
"So what do you want me to do now?" Thorin asked, his lips close to my ear as he pulled my head back gently.
I told him then, in the only language that I knew, my body rearing backwards seeking him as his hand left my pussy. I was trembling like a leaf, waiting for whatever punishment he thought I still deserved. Thorin placed both his hands upon my lower back, just behind my hips, steadying me as he entered me in one long stroke and I cried out, gripping the covers and pulling them towards me.
Each stroke of his cock inside me drove my body up against the bed, giving him an angle that caused stars to flash inside my head. It made me come so fast, the combination of his punishment and all the anticipation culminating in one long drawn out climax that threatened to stretch me too thin before him. I muffled my cries with my fists, feeling my inner walls squeeze him, milking him as I came in waves that never seemed to end. My knees left the floor, my toes curling as I began to tremble, but Thorin kept on going, moving his hips rhythmically as he fucked me.
When I thought I was about to pass out, he slipped out of me and turned me around to face him, pushing me up to the center of the bed where he kissed me tenderly before entering me again. This time he watched me, his heavily lidded eyes drunk with desire as continued to make love to me, taking his own pleasure now for I was too spent from my own orgasm. He sucked on the skin my neck, marking me again as he did earlier though I no longer cared. He felt so full inside me, the walls of my pussy milking him as his release drew closer. And when he came, his gaze never left my face.
I watched him surrender to me then, in awe at the sight of a man so strong and so powerful, rendered weak before me in that moment of release. He was my prince. He was my king.
And he was mine.