Kili
The sunlight found me in the morning. After I relieved myself to the image of Laurel quivering beneath me by my hand, I was able to go back and pull her to my body and sleep soundly. The rest of the company was already up, including Laurel. I stumbled through the house and came to find everyone seated along a long wooden table eating fruit and bread once more. I spied the russet haired maiden at the end, so I settled myself next to her and picked the grape out of her fingers with my lips.
She turned to me startled, I offered her a cheeky smile.
The shade of red that took over her face was something to laugh at.
Then she refused to look at me. A hairy man taller than Gandalf approached me and poured milk into a cup and set it before me. The look in his eyes was animalistic. "This is Beorn," Laurel whispered softly, "our gracious host."
"Thorin Oakenshield," his deep voice boomed across the large kitchen, "you need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn?"
"Before the fall of Durin's Day, yes," Thorin replied curtly.
"There is still time," the skin-changer replied. "Your company should rest. If what Gandalf said is true, then you all have been running for a very long time. Trying to fight orcs will not be easy if one is not well rested.
"You may stay another night, and in the morn I will grant you the use of my ponies to get you to Mirkwood."
Once everyone was well fed, we ventured out into the enclosed lawn of Beorn. Laurel had still yet to speak to me properly, but spare me looks here and there with red cheeks. Perhaps she was embarrassed of the dream she was having of me the night before. Thinking about my response had me feeling a tad embarrassed myself. I had touched her intimately without her permission, and that was very foolish of me; though I could not help myself.
With my name on her lips and her hips shifting in such an erotic way, I had to do something to ease the ache I known she was facing.
From my seat beneath a hearty willow tree, I watched Laurel approach Thorin and Fili. She motioned to her sword and then their own. My brother nodded ecstatically and then pointed to myself in the distance. Pine eyes sought out my own before red painted her cheeks once more. The action brought a chuckle from the depths of my chest.
The day wore on, and I watched as my kin taught Laurel how to handle a sword and fight close combat. Even with her small stature and lighter weight, they showed her how to use her attackers' weight against himself.
The sword she was given was of elvish steel and light, so it soared through the air as she swung it at Thorin. Both he and Fili shouted instructions are her, occasionally stopping and physically showing her moves and attacks. Sweat piled off of each of them earnestly. I twiddled with my arrows, sharpening the tips of them as I watched from afar. Eventually Thorin clapped Laurel on the back, offering her a smile before he and Fili started to make their way to me. She stayed in the meadow and practiced her footwork and swinging her sword, sometimes tossing it and opting for her dagger.
"You have chosen well nephew," Thorin chuckled, "she learns well and can fight with her spirit. If I had not known better I would have thought she was part dwarf."
Bilbo also joined us in the waning sunlight, "Boern showed us a spring to bathe in. The rest of the company is already on the way there."
"Are you coming brother," Fili asked.
"I will go later," I whispered watching uncle walk away, "when there is no one else around."
A deep laugh came from him, "I thought you had your fill last night."
I threw a sharp look his way before glancing to see if anyone heard, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm surprised no one else woke at the sounds you were having her make," he spoke softly with mirth in his eyes. "Did you not leave to go do the same for yourself after?"
With an instant I jumped, rage filling me at my foolishness that someone else had heard Laurel. I should have just woken her like I planned, instead I let greed fill me. "It is not what you think," I muttered, "she was not even awake but merely dreaming."
"Dreaming," his eyes widened in surprise, "you were moving and hovering above her. You kicked me in your haste!"
"Do not speak a word to anyone," I hissed, "she will not even speak to me."
"You touched her while she slept," Fili hissed outraged.
My head hit the bark of the willow we were under, repeatedly of my own doing. "Yes," I muttered disgusted with myself, "you did not hear everything she was saying while she dreamed. It was hard to not do more than that. I am ashamed of myself."
Fili whispered somewhat harshly, "It is a trying time brother, I understand. In your position, I do not know what I would have done myself. Just do not do anything foolish like that again, especially without her consent."
Once he left I dropped back to the ground to watch Laurel more. Overtime she became tired and sat on the ground, soon after laying and kicking her feet in the air. It reminded me of the times that she would do that when we dreamed. Those times were simple and carefree without monsters and formalities.
Eventually the company came back through the woods, laughing and almost skipping. It was a long time before anyone bathed. I made quick work of going back into the house and grabbing a drying cloth of my own and a change of clothes. Fili offered me a bar of soap and directions to the spring down the path.
The moon hung boldly in the night sky, along with all the stars and colors that Laurel adored so much. It was a curved spring, I took to the far most side and hissed as the cooler water touched my bare skin. After a while it felt nice against my skin, easing the ache in my muscles. With the soap I washed the grime and sweat from my skin, my feet, and finally my hair. The feel of fingers working my scalp and nails digging the dirt up felt almost as good as me pleasuring myself.
At that thought my hand idly traveled down below the water and my waist.
"Thank you Bilbo."
I froze at the sound of Laurel's voice. What was she doing here? I started to move to the shoreline, ready to grab my dry cloth and clothing, but stopped afraid she would catch me. There was no reason for her to be mad at me for being here, seeing as I was here first.
Due to the curve of the spring, I was able to remain behind some foliage as I watched Bilbo walk off into the night. Even having a perimeter of stone and wood, Beorn had a majority of land and a forest surrounding the spring. Laurel started to remove her tunic.
At this I started to turn, ready to dress and flee back to the house.
Then I saw the dark red gash that lined her side.
Rage filled me at the thought of one of my kin actually striking her with a sword. I did not see either of them hit her with their blades. Fili had told me not to do something foolish, and watching Laurel undress from the shadows seemed very foolish.
Under her tunic she wore that odd small piece of fabric around her bosom that I had seen a handful of times. She turned again revealing various hues of brown, black, and grey that coated her skin in an image. A wispy buck. When she pushed down her trousers, I saw another image of various colors. A large red dragon. They were the most intricate and beautiful tattoos I had ever seen. The undergarments that covered her bottom were also small and thin.
As she started to push them off I looked away and waited. After looking back I saw she was in the water from the waist down, her arms covering her chest as she shivered and emerged herself more. Finally she took a deep breath and dove under only to rise up moments later chattering her teeth. I was hard just seeing her partially bare.
Feeling like a perverse fool in the dark, I started to make my way towards her.
"Laurel," I murmured softly.
She jumped, covering herself as best she could and sinking into the water some more. "Kili," she hissed, eyes raking over my nude form. "What are you doing? I'm bathing!"
A chuckle left myself as I attempted to get closer, she moved backwards some. "I was here bathing well before you showed up," I offered my hand, almost close enough to touch her. In the depths of the water, one could not see me from just below my chest and downward. Laurel was crouching so that all I could see was her head.
"Will you please leave so I can wash myself," she hissed, face turning red once more. My eyes never left her's, watching as they traveled from my wet hair down to my bare chest.
I finally grasped her cheek, taking another step closer, "Why have you been avoiding me?"
As the words left my mouth, she turned away from me so that all I could see was the back of her head.
"I haven't been avoiding you," her voice came out softly, "I just…have been busy."
"Avoiding me," I laughed as my hands found her shoulders, thumbs working into her blades. "Your face turns red when you look at me. What has happened? You can tell me. I never shall judge you nor will I be angry."
After a moment she turned to face me, looking down into the water instead. She rose slowly to her full height, revealing he tops of her breasts that wanted to float into my view. My loins grew heated once more. "I know you won't be mad," she laughed softly, pushing her palms to her heated face. "It's just embarrassing that it happened, and even more to say it out loud."
That was it after all. The dream. The palms of my hands met her shoulders, rubbing soothingly against them, waiting for her to say the words.
"Last night I dreamt," she whispered, eyed trying to hold my own and failing. "I dreamt…that we were having sex."
With her words I pulled her in closer to embrace her. The feeling of her bare breasts pushed against my skin was pleasurable, and I hissed when I felt my need press against her stomach. There is no doubt that she felt it.
"I know," I murmured into her hair, "and I have something to confess to you, and I hope you are not angry with me."
Her questioning gaze was terrifying, though since she was honest with me, I had to be honest with her.
"You woke me because of it," I laughed, "I thought you were having a horrible dream. Then you moaned my name and I could not bare wake you. I was under your spell. You called out my name, wanting release. I…touched you over your trousers. It was very wrong of me, and inappropriate. I apologize, I will never be able to apologize enough."
A new flush took her skin as her eyes widened at my words. Instead of slapping me as I suspected she would, she just placed her hand over her beating heart and looked into the water.
"I will not allow you to fight me any longer," I murmured capturing her once more, arms holding her waist to me. "Please let me put a courting braid in your hair."
She backed away, shaking her head, "Kili I can't. My father died when I was young. My mother loved him so much she wasted away. She isn't my mother anymore, she is a shell, just a body without a soul because of love. I can't let that happen to me."
"You would not like to have a love with me? There is a chance that we will survive this journey."
"Then we can try to be together then."
"And what if one of us perishes?"
"Then I won't be as hurt if it is you."
A scoff left me harshly, "Will not be as hurt? I would be more broken hearted if you perished and I never got to love with you. I know you feel for me in your heart somewhere. I see it in your eyes and feel it in your breath when your lips caress mine—when you breathe my name."
To show her my words I yanked her to me and pressed my lips against hers while my fingers worked into her wet locks. As I suspected, she kissed me back in hunger, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She opened her mouth, snaking her tongue to meet and dance with my own. With a gasp I pulled her face away watching as she attempted to pull closer again.
"Nothing would change," I murmured, "the only thing is that I would wake up knowing that I can freely tell you how I feel, I would not have to dance around my words and watch you from afar.
"I can hold and kiss you whenever I would like, and you could do the same. There is nothing more I want, than having you. If either of us are to perish, let the other know that it was not one sided or in vain."
"What of Thorin? If we get back Erebor, he still won't let me be with you."
"Thorin…is getting used to the idea. He told me that he was wrong about you, you have the spirit of a dwarf."
Pulling away, she furrowed her brows a long while before turning and offering me her hair, "Alright. Afterwards we'll finish our bath and go back to the house."
"Not quite yet," I growled yanking her around so that I could hold her to me, "it is improper for a courting couple to be left without an escort."
With ease I pulled her up and urged her to wrap those thick legs around my waist. The heat of her quim squished against my stomach, her bottom tickling my member from above. Our lips met in a hurried kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as mine traveled to hold onto her arse. Soon my lips left her own to trail down the column of her neck; she still tasted of sweet apples. I wondered if all of her tasted of sweet apple.
My fingers worked the meaty flesh of her arse while I started to walk back to where my things were laid out. As the water started to reveal more of her skin, she shivered. "Where are we going," her voice was breathless against my ear.
"To lay on land so I can properly please you," I growled back nipping at her lobe. A loud moan left her lips, urging me to move faster. Once we were out of the water, I settled her onto my dry cloth and gazed at her naked beauty.
Laurel's skin was not pale but olive, sheen with water than dripped from the spring. Her handful of breasts were dusted with pert peaks, following down a thick with muscle abdomen into thicker thighs. One side had the beautiful tattoo of a buck, while the other harbored a dark red gash.
"What happened here," I asked breathlessly as my hand trailed down the cut.
"Orc," she hissed.
"You practiced with swords all day, moving and irritating it. That was foolish," I muttered. My eyes traveled further.
At the appendix of her thighs was a light coating of russet hair. A deep groan left me as I pressed my lips against her chest, trailing off to the side so that I could lick at her brown nipple. She gasped, hips jutting forward. One of my hands found the other breast while her fingers tugged at my hair.
"Kili," she mewled into the night, "no sex."
I rose so that I could kneel between her legs. The hand that was caressing her breast left to hold her stomach, the other coaxing her leg to fall to the side so that I could touch her quim. Slowly she eased them open, allowing me to see her nether lips glisten in the light of the moon. The twitch of my manhood at the sight had me hiss. As I watched her face, she took a deep breath. One finger touched her bare flesh—she gasped—then I slid my finger up to lightly skim the nub of nerves I knew to be hiding, the action easier due to her great wetness.
A loud moan ripped through her, causing me to use my lips to silence her. Last thing I needed was the company hearing her and coming to investigate—only to find us naked in the throes of passion.
Her tightness hugged around my finger, causing me to gasp at the warm slick heat that I wanted to be emerged in completely. Her walls were clenched and trying to push out the intrusion. "Shh little doe," I murmured kissing her softly, "relax. This is all I am doing tonight. I swear to it."
When her body fell back to the ground, I started to move in and out, with the same ease I would if it were me instead of my finger. It was slow, but the beauty of her face as she found pleasure was something I would never forget. Her juices flowed over my fingers easily, covering them as I added a second finger. Another moan sounded through the night, mixed in with my own groan. Her hips started to trust in time with my movements, her breath coming shorter. With my thumb I touched the bundled gem above her opening again, stroking it in time as I pounded my hand into her.
Finally she clenched all her walls and screamed the loudest, moaning my name.
She rode my fingers until her body slowed, breathing erratically. Her eyes opened dazed and half lidded as she gazed upon me. A quick glance of my hand had me twitching again, she was bare and open before me, my fingers were covered in her essence. When I gazed on her again, I brought my hand to my mouth and slowly sucked on a finger.
It was purely sweet like apples, with a husky feminine taste and smell, one that screamed her name. A pleased grunt left me while she gasped, her hand trailing down between her legs. At the sight I reached down and grasped myself, a hiss leaving me at the feel of her juices on my bare member. The pleasure from touching myself with her warm wet heat was extraordinary.
With my own eyes half lidded I pleasured myself to the image of Laurel naked before me. I watched as she ran her fingers into her own quim, gathering her wetness. Stunningly enough she grasped me with her slick hand and started to stroke. Another moan tumbled from my lips as she pushed me to my back and started to squeeze and pull at my flesh. This felt even better than when I was doing it. The pressure started to build, almost painful because I was so full. My hand sought out her breast, pulling and tweaking her peak as she pleasured me.
"Tighter," I hissed, fisting both hands at my sides.
She followed my instructions, gripping me tighter and moving her hand more furiously.
"Thank you Kili," she whispered, pressing her lips to my hip bone. "that was better than when I do it thinking of you."
At her words I found release, unfortunately it spurted all over her chest. The sight so glorious, causing me to spasm harder and spurt more. She gasped softly as she worked my flesh until my thrusts stopped.
"I am sorry," I muttered, pulling her face down to mine for a kiss, "I did not mean to spend myself all over you."
After another eager kiss she rose, offering me her hand. "It's okay," she whispered when we were both standing, "let's hurry and wash so we can get back to the house."