Warmth filled the cave where the Durin stirred . A loud rumble resonated in his ear. There was an oddly warm, yet soft patch of hair pressing against his curled up body. The prince opened his eyes and panicked at the pitch black darkness surrounding him.
Where am I?!
Thorin scampered to his feet, hitting his head against the earthy ceiling.
This is where I fell asleep is it not?!
Why is it so hot in here?
What is this?!
Thorin's hands rubbed against the breathing body that sealed off the exit. A massive creature that took the prince moments to recognize what it was.
"Move Lûl!"
Pressing against Lûl's body was pointless but Thorin did his best to annoy the sleeping beast. She growled from his kicks and eventually walked away, stretching nonchalantly.
The Durin jumped out, breathing in the fresh scent of the forest. Daylight barely peaked through the leaves but it was enough to indicate the late afternoon.
"Dammit Lûl were you trying to suffocate me?"
The white warg turned with a growl and snarled at the dwarf. Thorin backed away into a tree as the beast's jaws readied to bite him. He gulped as teeth snapped inches before his skin. Lûl then glared and walked away without further assault. Thorin sighed heavily and glanced around for Azog.
"Where is your master?"
I did not expect him to return as he claimed.
However, there was no sign of the pale orc only his warg sniffing around without much care for the dwarf. Thorin climbed a tree for a better look but still no sign. He slid down and walked around incase Azog was waiting to jump out at him.
Lûl suddenly charged and slid to cut off the dwarf's path, growling with warning.
"What do you want Lûl?"
Thorin backed away with his hands raised protectively. The warg stopped growling and stood there on guard.
"Are you keeping me here? Is that an order from your master?"
Lûl growled, bearing her teeth again.
"I will not wait here for Azog to return."
Even though he destroyed my clothes, it is time to return home.
Thorin walked away and Lûl blocked his path again. The Durin challenged the beast, praying she was ordered not to hurt him.
"Will your master be upset if you eat me now?"
He placed his hand on Lûl's clenched teeth, nervously waiting for her response. The warg growled and snorted at him with her unmoving, ridged body. Thorin raised a brow and carefully stepped around her with Lûl's head following his path. She did nothing to stop him but followed along, growling her frustrations.
"Are you supposed to protect me or keep me from moving?"
Thorin yelped as Lûl snatched his hair between her teeth and dragged the muddied prince back to camp.
"Dammit beast!"
When she released the Durin he snarled back at her and quickly drew his hair into a frontal pony tail, hanging over one shoulder.
Thorin faced Lûl as he attempted to escape again, walking backwards slowly. The warg growled and the prince kept himself ready to dodge another attack. He yelped when he hit an unsuspecting tree but continued until they were far enough from the boundary that Lûl knew she had failed her master.
The prince didn't drop his guard however but allowed himself to walk forward while frequently checking on Lûl.
"Why don't you scout ahead for enemies since you're only useful as an escort now?"
A low growl had the prince ducking as the warg lunged over him. It was clear she did not like taking orders from him.
Thorin grinned menacingly and quickly pointed into the distance behind her.
"Azog!"
Lûl jumped around in a panic until the laughing dwarf caught her attention. She jumped on Thorin with her teeth pressed against his face and the prince chuckled nervously.
"Be nice… You don't want your master to find out you've disobeyed him?"
The warg slowly backed away but rage filled her eyes. Thorin pushed himself up and stared back at her.
"I'm going back to Erebor and if you want to stop me you'd best run back and retrieve your master now."
Lûl growled her rejection.
"Join me if you will but I will report your misdeeds to Azog."
Thorin tried to speak firmly as he knew nothing of Azog's original orders. Hope filled him as the beast's brow moved in thought and slowly she retracted her teeth.
Thank Aulë Azog doesn't want me to die in her stomach…
"Come beast."
Lûl growled but walked alongside the dwarf. Thorin glanced at her occasionally as they made their way through the trees. His hand curiously pressed against her hair and Lûl whipped her head to snarl at him.
"Deal with it."
The warg's body tensed as the dwarf stroked her long strands. His fingers pressed deeper where the hair softened near the root.
"For a beast you have fine hair."
At the corner of Thorin's eye he noticed patches of bald skin around the warg's neck. Upon further inspection he realized that she had been marked with the same designs Azog bore.
"Did Azog do this to you?"
Lûl only answered with an annoyed growl. Thorin rubbed his fingers on the hairless skin curiously before his own markings came to mind.
"Does Azog mark all of his possessions?"
Lûl turned away with a huff and Thorin stroked over his marked arse. Desire warmed his body as he felt Azog's possessive nature long for him. Thorin chuckled to himself, noting his cock had already hardened in thought of the orc.
"Are you jealous I'm getting more attention Lûl?"
The Durin strutted away from the beast who snapped and nicked his skin with her teeth. Thorin jumped with a yelp, rubbing the small wound. He resisted speaking, knowing he was testing the limits of his luck with the warg's patience.
Thorin's cockiness grew quiet as they continued through the forest. Lûl eventually ran ahead to sniff the perimeter.
Finally I can relax…
Damn jealous beast.
Forget her, I must find food and clothes.
A low growl came from the dwarf's stomach and he began searching for a meal before clothing himself. He set a trap to catch a random animal and waited in the bushes. Lûl walked by and Thorin waved for her to stop scaring off his prey.
"Lûl get out of there! How am I to catch anything with you around?!"
Lûl snuffed the prince and walked away. An hour passed and the prince had no luck with his trap. Lûl's wet nose poked behind his back and Thorin turned to a dead coney falling into his lap. The warg then walked off, unimpressed at the dwarven hunter.
"Thank you…"
Thorin swallowed his pride at the gesture, reminding himself not to pester the beast after this meal. However, he had nothing to cook or skin the animal with. Immediately the prince found a few stones and made himself a fire. He managed to sharpen a smaller rock and set forth to skinning the rabbit.
It was difficult and he cut himself numerously but eventually he was able to feed himself a cooked meal. By then he realized how quiet the forest had grown and glanced around for the warg that had vanished.
Is she fetching more food?
I cannot complain…
I am not familiar with this territory to hunt properly.
Thorin sighed to himself and gazed into the maze of leaves that blocked the sky.
I could be walking in circles…
What if Thranduil sends for me again? I hope not.
I am sure Azog has no intention of helping me out of this forest.
How long will it take to escape this place?
Thorin hummed and rested before grabbing one of the burning logs and using it as a torch. He continued to wander as the light dimmed and night settled in. A shiver ran through him but the heat of his torch kept him from freezing.
As the wood burned down, he knew he would have to make camp soon or shiver through the night again. Setting a fire he curled around the flame, happy there was no rain today.
A rustle in the woods alerted the prince but a familiar growl calmed him. Instead of giving attention to the darkness he remained in his spot with his back to the best.
"Welcome back Lûl."
Footsteps drew closer and the sound of metal clinked in the prince's ear. Thorin whipped around and immediately Azog pinned him down. A bite to the prince's neck sent the dwarf writhing beneath his captor.
"Azog!"
Quickly Thorin was flipped with his head pressed into the dirt and a slick substance pouring between his exposed cheeks. A few fingers later and the orcs cock filled the Durin until he cried out breathlessly into the ground.
Damn…
Azog…
Possessive snarls rumbled from the orcs chest and an annoyed huff came from the warg who curled away from the display.
When Azog was finished with his dwarven toy he sat against Lûl's body with Thorin sitting on his lap. The orc's shaft was still hard in the depths of the dwarf's body. The Durin panted as he leaned against Azog's chest with his legs forcibly spread apart.
"You could have warned me first…"
Nails clawed up the prince's shaft, sending a worrisome chill down his spine. Thorin watched Azog's fingers carefully as his cock twitched from the attention.
A low chuckle made the prince shudder as both pale hands gripped his thighs. Nails dug into his skin and dragged lines of beading blood. Thorin moaned from the pain and his muscle clenched the orc's cock tightly as he came unexpectedly.
"Naakhûrz snaga"
"Azog…"
How is it you bring me pleasure with this pain?
I don't understand why my body craves this…
I want nothing more than your cruel sexual desires to destroy me…
"Mal latum horngaz?"
Azog gazed down at the prince's lustful gaze starring up at him.
"More…"
Another chuckle rumbled from the orc's chest and he laid back with closing his eyes. Painful strokes of his nails clawed the dwarf's cock but nothing else happened. Thorin whimpered and squirmed from the tease.
"No Azog don't toy me. Thak me." (Mine me)
Azog smirked and relished in the dwarf's pain-filled spasms. A few desperate attempts to ride the orc's shaft were halted by Azog's muscular arm holding Thorin's body still.
The Durin fidgeted as Azog's claws began to wear out his foreskin but still his shaft dripped for pleasure. Subtle shifts of his hips allowed the orc's cock to rub his insides but still it wasn't enough to satisfy the dwarf.
"Please Azog…"
Pitiful whines and pleas carried on through the night even after the orc's torture had stopped. Thorin remained awake and needy as the orc slept but his mind was lost in his desires.
Fatigue settled in as morning came and Azog finally awoke. He smirked down at the still mumbling dwarf and pushed Thorin off his lap. The prince collapsed on the ground with his cock raw and pulsing. Azog chuckled before leaving the area without a word.
"No… Come back…"
Thorin rolled onto his back and grabbed his cock only to wince in pain from the clawed, red, skin. Gritting his teeth he stroked himself in an attempt to relieve his lustful state.
"Azog… Damn you…"
Azog returned later to the dwarf writhing on the ground and chuckled. Thorin barely opened his eyes to the orc who seemed to place something on the fire. A horrible stench filled the prince's nose and confusion staved off his lust momentarily.
"What are you doing?"
Thorin grumbled as he propped himself up by his elbows, gazing into the fire. An un-skinned boar was roasting on the fire with its hair burning in the flames.
"It stinks if you leave its pelt on."
Azog raised his brow to the Durin before picking the dwarf up by his hips. Thorin flailed helplessly for a moment until he was flipped onto the orc's lap, facing the orc's chest.
A hot, leaking, shaft thumped against the dwarf's stomach and Thorin's lust immediately returned. He rolled his body against the orc's cock, mesmerized by the size.
"Ride."
Thorin looked up to Azog and pouted.
"You've taunted me all night and now I shall return the favor."
The prince smirked and pushed away but Azog grinned menacingly. He lifted the dwarf onto his cock and slammed Thorin down without warning.
The Durin cried as his cock slapped the orc's belt when he was firmly seated. Trembling hands held onto Azog's wrists as a merciless pace set in. Thorin's body arched back, exposing his aroused nipples for the orc to bite.
The prince hollered and squirmed as pleasure mixed with pain filled him with ecstasy. As the boar cooked the dwarf's body was ruined with pleasure. When they finished, Azog removed Thorin and pressed the dwarf's head against his cum-stained belt.
Thorin licked his mess off before his head was hurled up by his hair. He winced as the orc pinched his nipple painfully and whimpered for Azog's delight.
"Zam krampûrz horngaz."
The dwarf collapsed on the orc's chest and Azog curled his arm around Thorin. He reached for the boar and Lûl assisted in tearing it apart. She feasted on the main body while Azog brought the hair-burnt leg to Thorin's mouth.
The Durin's nose curled in disgust and he buried his face against the orc's skin.
"I will not eat something so revolting."
Azog grinned and bit into the boar's skin, eating a bit for himself. He took another bite without hair and chewed it before grabbing Thorin's head and forcing their mouths together.
The prince gagged as chewed meat was forced into his mouth but the orc wouldn't allow him spew it out. Thorin swallowed it regrettably and spat out smaller bits when he was free.
"I do not need you to feed me!"
Azog licked his lips delightedly and bit another piece off. Thorin's eyes widened as he was force-fed again, nearly hurling into the orc's mouth.
"Don't chew it! That's disgusting!"
Thorin glared at the orc who was clearly enjoying tormenting the dwarf. Another forceful mouthful came and the prince winced but luckily it wasn't chewed this time. As their mouths were pressed together the prince looked awkwardly at the orc while he chewed his own meat.
Azog's tongue quickly ventured into Thorin's mouth to clean out remaining juices. The prince mewled from the overwhelming sensation and looked forward to the next mouthful.
This is entirely bizarre…
Damn you orc…
How can I leave this forest when I desire your presence to such a repulsive end?
I don't want to leave...
Thorin's eyes wandered to the fire as he realized his predicament. He couldn't be without Azog for an entire day without wanting to return to the orc's lap. His desire to return home slowly dwindled and he contemplated staying.
Why do I not stay with him?
I have duties at home I should return to…
Frerin can handle them.
Balin will miss me…
I have broken his trust over and over.
What of Azog?
Would he even consider allowing me to travel with him?
While the prince continued to lose himself in thought, Azog noticed and stopped feeding the dwarf. They sat quietly as the orc finished his meal and the prince stared into the fire.
"Azog…"
The orc tossed the leftover bone to Lûl and raised his brow at the dwarf.
"Can I stay with you?"
Immediately Azog glared and a snarl bore his teeth. Thorin's eyes widened in shock as he was tossed to the ground. He turned around but the orc had already mounted the warg and taken off.
"What?! Why!?"
Thorin tried to run after them but tripped in the darkness.
"Why must you torture me you bastard!"
The prince cried out and beat his fist against the ground.
"Damn you!"
After a fit of dirt pounding, the dwarf eventually calmed himself.
Child…
Why am I throwing a tantrum over something so foolish?
Of course he would be upset about having a burden follow him home.
We only meet to have sex then return to our duties with our own races.
I already knew this. I was stupid to allow myself ask blindly.
Idiot…
Thorin brushed himself off and returned to his fire.
Will he return?
Or is this the end…
How angry is he?...
If he doesn't return I can only go home and wait for a letter as usual…
Dammit…
How could I have been so foolish?…
Days passed and Azog had yet to return. Thorin knew he was lost but it didn't matter as long as he was underdressed. The prince managed to understand the forest and feed himself without Azog or Lûl's assistance. Dew from the leaves kept his thirst at bay but he knew he had to escape soon.
Azog please visit me…
Loneliness settled in and Thorin palmed himself pathetically hoping the pale orc would return. He glanced around the empty woods but there was no one in sight.
I'm sorry…
One morning he woke to the horrors of two orcs about to carve him open. They fought between themselves as they struggled with him. For a moment Thorin knew he was going to die but luck came swiftly and a familiar white warg attacked them.
Lûl!
Thorin quickly glanced around while the other orc's wargs growled at Lûl who stood in front of the dwarf. Still shaking from the scuffle, the prince was quiet while Lûl defended him. The orcs chattered and hissed at the white warg.
"What's she doing here?"
"Protecting that morsel?"
"She wants him for herself."
"We just want a piece, share with us."
One orc attempted to make a move for Thorin but Lûl nearly ripped the orc's arm off.
"Filthy mutt, die!"
"Azog is coming!"
The orc's fled immediately, knowing death was approaching. Thorin glanced around and saw the silhouette he longed for. Relief filled his mind as Azog approached but there was a sense of dread alerting the prince.
He's not happy…
Thorin backed away as Azog's aggressively form stalked towards him. The orc snarled and the prince could hardly find his voice as Azog closed in on him.
"Azog… I'm sorry…"
Within an instant Azog lifted Thorin up by his neck. The prince kicked as he was strangled but Azog said nothing. Pain filled Thorin's lungs as they struggled to breathe. The next moment the prince was thrown onto the warg and they took off.
Thorin gasped for air, rubbing his sore throat and tried to keep quiet. Azog's anger flooded through his palm pinning the dwarf against the warg's body.
At least he's returned…
But he's crushing my lungs…
They ran for hours before Lûl took to a trot. Azog peered around the trees suspiciously as they made their way to the base of the mountains that separated the forest.
Thorin glanced up from the warg's hair and smiled, finally knowing roughly where they were. Azog eased up on the dwarf as Lûl climbed the mountain until they found a cave. After a quick inspection, Azog deemed it safe and Thorin was allowed to dismount.
The prince glanced over the tree tops below him.
I can see the edge of the forest from up here. I am not too far away from escaping.
Before Thorin could enjoy the sight any longer Azog dragged the dwarf into the depths of the cave, muttering in a bitter tone.
"Lab gazat hon ûr lat molkû narizg bârzuga rad."
The pale orc tied Thorin's arms behind his back with his ankles together. Shame filled the dwarf from his prior request and he accepted the orc's punishment. The stone floor was cold against his skin but Thorin stared at the orc sadly, hoping to be forgiven.
I need this to continue…
I need him to forgive me…
Azog set a fire and left the cave with Lûl. Thorin managed to sit and waited patiently for them to return.
You saved me from your own people…
They may still think I am food for Lûl but the threat rumors spreading you are protecting a dwarf is dangerous…
Politics threaten both our lives if we are not careful…
Have I put your leadership at risk?
This is all my fault…
I know nothing of orcs. Would they follow a leader who sleeps with a dwarf?
I don't think so. They are a cruel race and would not tolerate weakness…
Azog is still one of them…
Back at Erebor Dwalin was unfortunately the first to greet Frerin who returned from his trip to the Iron Hills. The proud Fundin stood tall in front of the kingdom's gates as the moon illuminated the pathway.
"Welcome back elf-lover."
"And what has the 'mighty' Dwalin greeting travelers this night? Did your patrol find you unworthy to lead?"
Dwalin huffed with a grin.
"I don't wander far from the messengers when either of ye leave the city. Never know when I'll have to rescue yer sorry arses."
Frerin's eyes narrowed at the brute who was snickering at him.
"You have never concerned yourself with the likes of myself. Thorin has always been the one in need of your aid."
"You've been lucky, but that won't last long laddy."
"Is it my luck or Thorin's that troubles you?"
Dwalin smugness vanished as he turned away to gaze into the forest.
"Aye… He keeps running off without us…"
"Running?"
Frerin looked in the same direction and he realized his brother wasn't home.
"Thorin is gone again?!"
"Aye… He's gone back to chat with that elf again but he's been gone too long..."
"Did Balin escort him?"
"No I did not."
Balin chimed in and Frerin glanced up at the elder Fundin standing watch on the parapet. Troubling looks of mirrored bother Fundin-son's expressions. Frerin's heart dropped, fearing for his brother's safety.
"My brother managed to survive our last trip to the forest. Do you suspect the orcs were able to rebuild their numbers in so little time?
Dwalin hummed sadly.
"I don't know… But it is not the orcs that trouble me…"
Balin added onto his brother's sad tone.
"No matter what your brother says I know whatever happened months ago still affects him. He does not seem to trust us enough to speak of it…"
"And now he won't let us guard him either…"
The three dwarves were startled from a bellowing voice behind them.
"What are you three doing out here?"
Dwalin and Frerin turned while Balin looked over the ledge to prince Thrain. In unison the Fundin's bowed to their prince and Frerin smiled to his father.
"Why are you here father?"
"That is not the answer to my question."
Dwalin was quick to respond.
"We were on watch when the elf lover came home."
Frerin glared at the younger Fundin. Thrain chuckled but shook his head at them.
"Yer all waiting for Thorin. Leave him be."
Balin ran down the stairs to join them properly.
"But my king, if something should happen we must be ready to move urgently."
Thrain patted Balin's shoulder.
"What harm would befall this mountain so quickly?"
"Mountain?"
The three spoke in unison. Frerin was the first to speak after.
"Father, Thorin is in a meeting with King Thranduil."
"What?!"
Balin nervously added onto the surprised reaction.
"Thorin said he had to attend business with King Thranduil, did you not know my lord?"
Thrain panicked quietly, trying to keep himself calm. He thought Thorin was out with a dwarrowdam, not visiting the Elvenking.
"Are you certain Balin?"
"His pony is gone my lord."
Frerin could see the worry in his father's eyes and new something was amiss.
"I have returned early due to a second letter sent by Thranduil. Dain did not reveal its contents and requested I returned home."
Thrain looked at his son in confusion.
"Has Dain also been summoned to the meeting?"
"I do not know father. However we should not dwell in ignorance over this matter. I will send a letter to Legolas and question Thorin's safety as well as the purpose of this secretive meeting."
Dwalin mumbled out loud to himself.
"Keeping secrets with selective dwarves… He doesn't trust us…"
"Enough Dwalin. He is our ally and we must not look at the situation so gravely."
Thrain composed himself and returned to the kingdom with Frerin following.
Thorin winced from the robes scraping his skin. The dwarf's muscles ached while the side he laid on became numb.
Dammit, I accepted this as punishment but if he does not return soon I'll have to escape on my own.
However his frustrated thoughts kept the Durin waiting patiently. He rolled onto one side to last longer as the hours passed and moonlight crept into the cave.
A loud growl of a warg and scraping claws drew Thorin's attention and he smiled as Azog returned. The pale orc didn't return alone however. Two carcasses were tossed off Lul's back and the warg began to feast on one of them.
Thorin tried to lift his head to eye the dead bodies.
"Are those the orc's from before?"
A shiver ran down Thorin's spine as Azog marched over with a sinister presence. The pale orc kicked the second body onto the fire and continued to stalk towards the Durin.
Attempting to resist trembling the prince shifted nervously, lowering his head in shame for his actions. Within an instant the ropes were torn and Thorin squirmed as he was choked against the cave wall.
"For..give…me…"
"Narkramplat shakatrog gratumizub!"
Azog growled and Thorin pleaded forgiveness while trying to stay alive.
"I just wanted more sex…"
The pale orc's sharp teeth retracted behind his scarred lips. Azog then sat with his back to the wall and brought Thorin onto his lap, facing his chest. As the prince gasped for breath, sharp nailed fingers slipped inside him quickly.
Thorin blinked and realized Azog had lubricated him, payment he assumed to quell the orc's anger. Azog guided Thorin's hips and waited for the prince to carry on.
The Durin groaned and held onto the orc's belt as he rolled his entrance over the leaking tip. Azog groaned impatiently and dug his claws into the dwarf's thighs. Thorin winced and sunk down, moaning loudly so the orc would know how much the Durin appreciated their sexual arrangements.
Azog returned the prince's moans with a less annoyed groan and began bucking his hips against the dwarf. Thorin kept himself still as his head bobbed with delight. He opened his eyes and stared at the large being he sat on, finding a need to convey what had happened with the Elvenking.
"Thranduil tried to seduce me."
Azog glared instantly with a low growl but Thorin smirked in response.
"You seem jealous. I didn't think you cared if my body was shared with others."
There was a fearsome growl followed by a shocking slam of the dwarf's hips. Thorin shuddered as Azog's cock impaled him and the Durin took a moment to recover. He panted with trembling fingers but the sight of the orc's jealous eyes filled him with mischief.
"I felt his body pressing me against his dresser."
A broken cry echoed in the cave from another angered slam. Thorin's eyes fluttered and he moaned deeply, continuing to taunt the orc.
"His skin was soft against my fingers."
Sharp whimpers left the dwarf's throat as Azog repeatedly thrusted the Durin down on his shaft, almost silencing Thorin's voice. The prince's eyes were shut tight and he almost lost himself in pleasure while his voice stuttered the next sentence.
"He…kissed… me…"
"Shar!"
Azog hoisted the prince up and bit Thorin's swollen lip. The Durin's eyes flashed an orgasm and the orc soon figured out the prince's plot as cum dripped down the Azog's chest.
A bitter snarl reverberated out of the orc's throat and Azog knew he'd been used. Thorin smiled with his eyes glossed over and slowly sat back on the orc's cock.
"He couldn't satisfy me however and I don't want a gentle elf."
The prince licked his bleeding lip seductively and arched his back as he began to ride. Azog watched with slight intrigue but his muscles still tensed with anger.
"I left him to come to you. He didn't seem pleased."
Finally Azog's lip curled with a satisfying growl. Thorin grinned and rolled his body enticingly as he rode the orc's shaft. Azog rewarded the prince with a few claw marks down the dwarf's stomach.
A few times the orc slammed the prince down in order to hear that high pitched cry, but for the most part he merely watched the Durin's display.
After a while a stench filled the prince's nose and he recoiled onto the orc's body.
"What is that foul smell?"
Thorin glanced to the fire and realized the body was burning with clothes and all.
"Why are you cooking that?"
"Eat."
The prince looked up with a disgusted expression.
"I will not eat that you cannibal!"
Azog chuckled and bounced the dwarf on his shaft. Thorin grunted, trying to keep his nose covered.
"Dammit get rid of it."
The pale orc raised his brow with wicked intent. He covered the dwarf's mouth and nostrils with on hand and continued to move the dwarf's hips.
You bastard!
Thorin flailed, trying to break free while he began to suffocate. When pain filled the prince's face, Azog released his hand and let the dwarf breath in the stench. Thorin gagged as the smell intensified.
The orc moved to suffocate the prince again but the dwarf jumped off and scrambled for the exit. Azog roared his displeasure but Thorin could only brace himself on the cliff as fresh air filled his nostrils.
"I don't know how you can smell anything after your cooking."
Thorin wiped a few tears from his eyes when he finished gagging and sat on the cliff. Azog merely chuckled and removed the carcass from the fire. He joined Thorin outside, chewing on the blackened flesh.
The prince gagged again as he watched and glanced away to appease his mind.
"Do orcs always eat their own kind?"
"Weak orcs."
"You only eat the weak? What happens when only the strong are left?"
Azog chuckled and sat down beside the dwarf. He pulled Thorin's hair and forced the prince to stare up while leaning in an uncomfortable position.
"One strong."
Thorin smirked and squirmed for freedom.
"What happens when someone beats you?"
"Kill them."
The prince broke free and turned to face the orc so his hair wouldn't get yanked again.
"You think highly of yourself but that won't save you in battle."
Azog grinned and tossed the dead body back for Lûl to finish. He jumped towards Thorin and forced the dwarf onto his back with his head hanging off the cliff. The prince gulped and dug his nails into the ground, staring at the shadow above him.
Thorin knew Azog was trying to intimidate him and it was working.
"If some orc does kill you Azog…"
Azog bore his teeth with a malicious growl and rocked his shaft against the dwarf's stomach. Thorin licked his lips teasingly and continued.
"I will find them and feel a shaft mightier than yours inside me."
The pale orc grinned widely and bent Thorin's knees over the dwarf's shoulders. The prince let out a faint whimper as he pushed fell off the cliff. His arms reached around and found the orc's loincloth to grab onto but it was little comfort.
Thorin eyed the fall below and shuddered as Azog's cock entered his body. He looked back with a terrified moan escaping his lips. Azog chuckled, keeping himself grounded without trouble and pumped the scared dwarf senseless.
The prince's nipples tightened as the threat of death mixed with pleasure filled the dwarf with lustful desperation.
"Harder Azog…"
I can't get enough of the danger that floods my mind every time I lay beneath him.
More…
More…
Azog continued to thrust until he filled the Durin with his thick cum. The orc enjoyed pulling out and smothered the dwarf's face with his left overs. After Thorin was allowed to uncurl, he hung his head in a daze.
"Why do I enjoy you threatening my life as you thak me?" (mine me)
Azog grinned.
"Skaataarsh amukh shatûpizg Durinnur. Htolizg zaashil latu shiik."
Thorin chuckled, not understanding a word.
"Bastard. What's that?"
A light caught Thorin's eye. He quickly stood and peered into the distance. A trial of lights travelled passed the edge of the forest.
"Those numbers are too great to be a pack of Wildmen… Could they have gathered so many for an attack?"
Azog glared and dragged the prince back into the cave.
"What is it?! Orcs?"
"Quiet."
Azog threw Thorin to the ground and stared at the dwarf intently. The prince tried to gaze out the cave again but the orc's dangerous presence distracted him.
"Azog? Who's after you?"
The orc didn't respond and stood there without moving. Thorin cautiously backed away but his movements sent Azog into a frenzy. The orc launched at the dwarf again and Thorin found himself trapped beneath Azog.
Throughout the night Azog didn't give Thorin any rest as he pleasured himself with the prince's body over and over. There was no reasoning behind it but Thorin could hardly think clearly through forced orgasms. He begged for Azog to stop but the orc refused.
The prince eventually passed out and woke to Azog's arms holding him tightly. Thorin groaned, feeling the ache in his hips and entrance.
"Damn orc… What came over you last night?"
The prince glanced at the sleeping orc resting against Lûl and smiled. He tried to escape but Azog sleeping hold was too strong. Thorin gave up with a light chuckle and whispered to the orc.
"Thak me again when I've healed." (Mine me)
Azog grinned and Thorin huffed.
"You've been awake this whole time now release me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Stronger."
Perplexed the dwarf stared until he understood the orc's meaning.
"I am not weak."
Azog chuckled deeply and rolled on top of the dwarf. Thorin squirmed from the orc's weight crushing him.
"Weak."
"Bastard get off."
Azog leaned down and gave the dwarf a harsh lip biting kiss. Thorin moaned and gave into the orc's dominance.
"You win… Now thak me…." (Mine me)
"No."
"What! Isn't that what you were planning?!"
Azog tasted the dwarf one last time before standing and mounting Lûl.
"Go."
Thorin gasped and stared at the orc.
"What? Go where?"
"Home."
Azog licked his scarred lips, grinning at Thorin before taking off. The prince ran out and watched the warg jump down the mountain and vanish into the trees. Thorin grinned and shook his head. He brought his hands beside his mouth and hollered over the trees.
"Don't die you teasing bastard!"
With that the dwarf snickered and looked around the cave. The only things left were burnt charcoal and scraps of armor and leather that Lûl spat out. It was enough to make a temporary garment to cover the dwarf's nether regions.
Until next time Azog.
Where to now? I can't approach the kingdom looking like this.
My pony should be gone by now. I hope she has returned to Erebor.
Thorin made his way down the mountain and followed a river he hoped would join with the River Running. A few days passed and he managed to find random corpses throughout the forest. They seemed to be orc bodies and he pillaged them for extra covering but it still wasn't enough. He looked like a savage with a loincloth and random plates of armor covering him unevenly.
Once at the joining rivers Thorin spotted a camp full of men across the water. It was day time and they were busy going about their business. The prince kept his eye on them from a distance and waited until nightfall.
Their leaving…
Torches moved in the darkness and accounted for the number of men he had watched all day. Carefully Thorin crossed the river upstream from the camp. It was difficult and dangerous with the swift current but the prince made it.
Trembling from the cold he quickly felt his way to their camp. There was barely any light from the cloud covered moon to guide him but his fingertips became his eyes. When they found articles of clothing he quickly grabbed them and just as he was about to leave the men's camp he heard a snort.
There was a horse nearby and a golden opportunity for the prince. He dressed himself quickly, eyeing the torch lights growing smaller in the distance. The outfit was baggy and he knew he would trip if he weren't careful.
Fear filled the prince as he tried to find the horse, knowing the full size of the beast might crush him if he spooked it. Finding the source of the snorting, Thorin made various clicking sounds. The horse seemed calm and stomped its foot in response.
Thorin carefully reached for the beast's body, praying it would not step on him, and smiled when he found the saddle. He struggled to climb on but eventually he was free to go home.
They ran off towards Erebor but a line of torches sent fear into the prince's heart.
It is the same from the other night…
Are they from Erebor? Are they looking for me?
Thorin gulped knowing without a doubt the weeks he's spent in the forest would not have gone unnoticed. Praying the moon would stay hidden behind the clouds, he avoided the trail of lights and snuck back into Dale.
