They were late for dinner. He had only made her climax once, and denied himself any release, but he had taken his time with her body. He very much enjoyed seeing her touch herself, and made a mental note to encourage her more in future, while he watched. He had played with her, letting her touch herself and then holding her hands back when she was close; he let her tension build until she was certain she would fall over the edge without any stimulation. And then after kissing her body all over, when she thought she could finally take no more, he finally helped her over the edge. This had been exactly what she needed to help her relax.
Then Shobha dressed hastily, and Thorin fixed his own clothing that had become creased and loosened from his ministrations. And he gently combed and braided her hair helping her pin it up before walking her over to the Royal Dining room.
He stopped outside the doors briefly, to help them compose themselves, before opening the door and leading her in.
Everyone had already arrived, and had been drinking, and laughing over tales of their shared adventures.
"Ahem! What kept you two?" Bilbo walked over holding his tankard of Ale up, raising an eyebrow.
"I tried to have a cheeky catnap.. but overslept. Sorry Bilbo. I hope everyone has not been waiting too long." Shobha tried to bluff it off.
"But it's been a while since I saw Thorin on his way to pick you up." Bilbo smiled teasingly.
"Um yes… I also needed to discuss –"
"Riding lessons… I will be teaching Shobha to ride a pony." Thorin squeezed her hand and walked by her calmly.
"Oh Yes?" Bilbo began to chuckle. This was not the same impatient Thorin, driven to irritation if he didn't have anything his way. Surely not! "And I suppose he is teaching you to mount and dismount first huh?" His chuckle rose to an overt laugh, as Shobha blushed again and Thorin kissed her hand. The three walked over to join the others milling around waiting for their King to take their seats for dinner.
…
Dinner had been a rather lively affair. After everyone had taken their chance to tease the couple for their tardiness, they had all gone on to ask Bilbo about the shire, and his return journey back from Erebor after their quest. Then they had spoken of some of their adventures on the journey over.
Finally they had all moved the party to the large royal terrace, where Bombur, Elin, Glóin and Mara had taken their leave in order to return to their young. Fili and Kili had played a few rather soulful tunes on their fiddles, and Dis and Dwalin had stood huddled in a corner together, in deep conversation, leaving Oin and Thorin to go in search of a second barrel of Old Toby, while everyone else had taken their pipes out and begun to pack this particularly fragrant tobacco into their pipes and start smoking, gathering around the princes playing their tunes.
Shobha had been seated on a bench at the far end of the terrace which allowed a glimpse over Mirkwood, which now sat in an eerie, silent darkness, and thoughtfully began to enjoy the last of her small tankard of ale. She didn't often drink much, because she was not not able to handle her liquor, and she hated waking up the next day with something in between feeling very tired or hungover. But tonight with all the food she felt safe enough to enjoy a second glass of their rather sweet ale, which was surprisingly palatable, given that she didn't particularly like ciders, beers, ales or bitters back home.
Suddenly she found herself flanked by Bilbo and Gandalf on the bench, both having lit their pipes and smoking away.
"Do you like to smoke?" Bilbo asked her very nonchalantly.
"Um I can't say I have ever tried a pipe." Shobha answered. "Although back home the tobaccos are not very good for you… but your ones here smell rather nice I must say."
"Would you like to try some, my dear?" Bilbo slurred a little. He appeared to be tipsy.
"But isn't your pipe, like, your own thing… surely you wouldn't want me using it..?" Shobha asked curiously. Even Thorin had never offered her his pipe, and yet his mouth and tongue to explored all of her already.
"I don't mind.. hic… if you don't mind…" Bilbo winked, puffing out a ring of smoke. "I'm sure even Gandalf here would share his with you…"
She didn't know what to think.. she knew Dis smoked, so it couldn't be a taboo thing. So looking at the pipe he offered, she took it carefully to keep it upright and took a puff. Initially it made her cough, but the second puff was not as bad. It certainly was not tobacco!
"What am I supposed to do? Am I doing it right…" she looked at Bilbo and Gandalf.
"Ooh you make a pipe look rather good, my lady," Bilbo hiccuped again, and dreamily looked at her.
"Hmmm…" Gandalf looked at her and smiled, then blew a dragon shape with his smoke.
"What is this stuff? Its rather fruity…" Shobha took a few more puffs. "Its not tobacco like I have come across.."
"No my dear, its Old Toby." Bilbo smiled watching her as she wrapped her full lips around the mouthpiece of his pipe and sucked. He rather liked it. None of the women in the Shire would ever dream of smoking. But here she was, unashamedly smoking his pipe. There was something almost delightfully vulgar about it. "You know what..? Hic.. my hats off to Thorin! Hic… the grumpy old thing had done well for himself: He's one lucky chap! Hic…" He raised his tankard of ale, spilling some.
"Are you enjoying that my dear?" Gandalf smiled at her, raising his own pipe.
"Mmm…" Shobha took another puff. "I just cant work out what this is…"
"You mean to say you don't have Old Toby, where you come from?" Bilbo who had started leaning on Shobha, suddenly sat up. "Hic… what rotten luck… but I thought you were from Rhûn..?"
"No no… I'm from England…" she started to feel quite heady. "It's actually a bit like the shire…"
She looked down at her own tankard now on the floor, it was not quite empty. She couldn't understand why she felt quite so giddy. It was like she was floating. She reached down and picking up her tankard, downed the last of her ale. And then took another puff.
"So this is not tobacco… hmmmm…" Shobha was still trying to work it out.
"Where is that…?" Bilbo leant back against Shobha again.
"An island in the West. Bilbo Baggins." Gandalf interrupted sternly. "Are you feeling sufficiently relaxed now my dear…?"
"How do you know about that…" she then giggled. "Of course you know… you're the Grey One…"
"Your groom said you were… hic… um… rather tense before dinner…" Bilbo corrected.
"He told you that?!" Somehow she should have been a lot more upset about it. Would Thorin really share details about their sex life? But she just didn't mind, she truly felt relaxed. "Well.. he was rather.. ahem.. 'tense' too I promise you… he just didn't have time to do anything about it!" She giggled and that turned into a full laugh, as Bilbo looked at her, with his mouth completely agape.
"So do you want children then…?" Bilbo asked. "Hic… because that's what happens when you're naughty."
"Yes.. I do… I suppose Thorin will want them sooner… actually, Gandalf… do you know much about half man, half dwarf babies?" She giggled. "That's a good joke… what do you call a dwarf-man halfling…" She puzzled over it herself.
"I don't know…" Bilbo giggled back.
"Dwar-an… mu-wharf… man-arf…" she began to giggle again, and leant on Gandalf in turn, and as he steadied her with his arm his beard brushed against her face. "Oh Gandalf… you have a really soft beard… not bristly like Thorin… more fluffy…"
"Very droll my dear," Gandalf chuckled mischievously.
"Not that it matters… he had somehow figured out that Thranduil told me… that Galadriel showed him... that I may die of childbirth… I don't think he will shag me at all now… EVER." She giggled about saying the word 'shag' in front of Gandalf. Bilbo however spat out a mouthful of ale hearing that.
"Oh my! You are brilliant… hic…" Bilbo muttered.
"Hmmmm… he did mention that to me…" Gandalf blew another smoke ring. "But our Lady of Lorien does not see –"
"Yes… yes… possibilities and so on its not an exact future." Shobha took another puff. Whatever was doing this to her was in that pipe.
"Does that scare you my dear…?" Gandalf looked at her, as she now lay almost fully in his lap. She suddenly sat up and looked at him.
"Well… I cant say I would like to die.. and of course I would love to see my half baby grow up… but when you weigh it all up.. considering that I will die ANYWAY – I guess there is no better way to go than giving up your life for the ones you love…" She looked at him and then back at Bilbo, who had suddenly been paying attention to every word she spoke, his face a bit too close to hers. She reached out and patted him on the head.
"Oh no! Please Gandalf… don't let her die.. hic… childbirth is a nasty thing… and she is so wonderful Gandalf… Don't let her .. hic…" Bilbo looked at Gandalf. "There must be some spell you can.. hic…" he waved his hand in circles, and then he gave Shobha a big hug, followed by a pat on the head.
"Do hobbits ever grow beards?" Shobha asked looking at Bilbo.
"I don't think we do… our hair is on our… hic… heads and hands and… hic…!" He showed his feet.
Shobha giggled taking a final puff. "Thorin is hairy… EVERY…where! You should braid your beard Gandalf… Can I…" And then it suddenly clicked. "Oh my… this is weed… Ganja!"
It may not have been the same as what she had smelled around certain people at home. Maybe it was a slightly different type of plant, but it clearly had similar effects. By this stage it didn't matter. She felt rather heady. She had never been high before… never tried this before…
Thorin had finally arrived with the second barrel of Old Toby.
"Lads! Second barrel of Old Toby." Oin shouted.
"What took you so long?" Nori laughed walking over to Thorin who lowered the barrel, and pulling out his dagger, levered the lid open.
"Oin had forgotten where he had put this particular batch. We went all around the stores of Erebor in search of this." Thorin smiled satisfied. "It's a little stronger the usual stuff."
"Well it smells excellent. And if its anything like the other barrel.. we are in for a treat." Dori said taking a closer look.
"Has anyone seen Shobha..?" Thorin said looking around suddenly, unable to spot his bride.
Dori and Nori shrugged. Thorin scanned the terrace. Dis and Dwalin were huddled in a corner, smiling and smoking together. Balin stood talking with Fili, Kili, Bifur, Bofur and Ori, looking out over Dale.
"Looks like the lass has had a bit too much.." Oin nudged Thorin directing his gaze subtly towards the bench at the back of the terrace. "Looks like Gandalf is looking after her. And I doubt anyone else will remember."
Thorin spotted them: she was leaning on Gandalf, while Bilbo leaned on her. The halfling and his betrothed appeared to be giggling, while Gandalf sat like a patient parent, smoking his pipe and deep in thought. He knew she was not very good with her drink, and had been careful to water her ales down. And she too had been careful, this was only her second ale. Muttering a few choice curses in Khuzdul he quietly walked over to the group unnoticed by the others.
When he reached the group, he found she had braided Gandalf's hair with similar braids to his own, and put in two smaller braids to his moustache, similar to Fili's. But the braids were not as neat as her usual. Their tankards were on the floor. And then he spotted it: She held a small pipe in her hands. It would have been the halfling's. Then giggling and completely oblivious of his approach, she slowly placed her kissable lips around the mouthpiece and sucked again, while Bilbo stared at her mouth, practically salivating as he watched.
He stood near them and cleared his throat loudly, making Bilbo jump. His bride however appeared to be rather too intoxicated to notice him.
"Ah Thor – hic.. in" Bilbo jumped. "We were just saying… hic you are one lucky Dwarf! You've bagged… hic… a good one here.."
"You gave her pipe weed!" Thorin spoke sternly. "This is the strong seasoned leaf Master Baggins. Honestly. Shobha, come on, we will need to get you to bed, my love. Are you able to stand?"
"Oh Thorin! My majestic husband! Look at Gandalf… I've done his hair… do you like it?" She smiled dreamily at Thorin. "I did his hair like yours, and the moustache is like Fili's… his beard is so soft…"
"Come on my bride.. I think you've had enough." Thorin reached over and took Bilbo's pipe out of her hand and gave it back. Then gently pulled her up and began to quietly walk her away. Gandalf remained seated there while Bilbo stood up and bowed low.
"I will need to travel to Mirkwood and Imladris, hastily." Gandalf spoke without looking at them. "I will set off at daybreak tomorrow."
"We will make supplies ready." Thorin nodded.
"Good night…hic.. my Queen..hic" he said almost falling over. And Shobha blew him a flying kiss over her shoulder, which he pretended to catch and clutch to his chest.
"Alright my lovely one let's go quietly –"
"Ooh… I think that stuff is strong… have I been a bad girl Thorin?" She threw her arm around his neck only just managing to walk. "I've never tried pipe weed before…"
"No you haven't been naughty, my love." As soon as he got her to the stairs he hoisted her over his shoulder, and began to walk down the stairs, pushing her skirts out of the way of his view. She reached her hands down his back and gave his buttocks a firm spank.
"Mmmm… I hope I have been a bad girl…" she giggled. "And you have to punish me Thorin… punish me fucking hard…"
"Shhhhh, my beauty."
He quickened his step and checking the corridor was clear he leant her against the wall and shut the door to the terrace. But she was already running her hands along his body feeling everything she could, and rubbing him hard. His treacherous body responded to her, and he gave her a rough kiss and then quickly scooped her up into his arms, kissing her again.
"My darling Shobha, you are intoxicated… " he smiled as he quickly carried her over to her room and opened the door.
"Yup… I am a little high I think… I mean I don't know… it feels like I am drunk and lightheaded…" she tugged on his warrior braids. "So I have been a naughty girl Thorin… please punish me… fuck me… please fuck me into oblivion…"
"Ssshhhh…" he quickly hushed her in the corridor with another kiss. While he found her dirty talk rather arousing, he had never heard a woman speak like that before. But it would not do for the future Queen of Erebor to be heard speaking like that even by his personal guard.
Then carrying her in to her room, he placed her on her bed and shut the door. Then walked over to her to assess her better. Her hair that had been pinned up was ruffled, and she had just managed to hoist herself up on her elbows on the bed. The skirts of her formal dress surrounded her in one big puff, like she was a messy doll.
"Please Thorin… fuck me… I need it so much… fuck me with wild abandon." She sat up and started unlacing herself without much success, given how intoxicated she must have been, he was surprised she could even manage this much coherence. "I love all the things you have done to me so far.. but I need your cock…"
Hearing her so wanton was driving him wild beyond sanity. But the nightmares he suffered from were enough of a deterrent to stop him.
"Alright my naughty little Queen, wait there. I am going to get undressed, then I will give you a thorough seeing to.." he looked at her and she seemed to bite her lip in response and then flopped back on the bed.
Thorin quickly took his belt and coat off, followed by his boots and tunic. Then walked over to the bed and slipped her silk slippers off, giving her feet a little massage. This seemed to revive her somewhat, and she sat back up again and clumsily grasped his hands and placed them on the front lacing of her dress.
"Please just get rid of this…" she clutched at her dress, finally sounding tired. "Tear it off if you need to Thorin. I just need it off." As much pleasure as he would derive in doing so, it was a rather nice dress, in deep Durin Blue velvet with a large heavy skirt and sheer blue sleeves. It had matched his suit perfectly, and it gave her a Queenly look, so he would try his best to save it.
He kissed her and lay her back down again, then began to unlace her dress. And as she interfered in his task with her hands, he quickly grabbed them and lifted them above her head planting them firmly on the bed.
"Keep your hands up." He whispered roughly into her ear. He lifted himself up, careful not to put his weight on her, and straddled her, as she opened her big, brown eyes and looked up at him, smiling dreamily. He unlaced her as quickly as he could, given that he too had consumed a fair amount of ale.
Having kept her hands up obediently all this time, she moved one hand over to stroke his hair that had fallen over her, partially obscuring his face, watching him intently.
He then opened up the front of her dress and helped her pull her arms out and slid it down her body, as she willingly kicked the last of it off. Then lay back on the bed spreading her arms out feeling the blankets and furs under her and began giggling again. She wore only a small pair of silken undergarments tied either side of her hips. Her soft brown skin was covered with goosebumps, under his greedy gaze.
"Are you cold, my love?" He pulled her onto his chest and wrapped his arms around her rubbing them against her soft skin. She responsively pressed her pert breasts into his chest, nipples erect, and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissed him urgently.
"No… maybe a little… but you could warm me up from the inside… please," she looked into his eyes and begged once more.
He kissed her back, then flipped her over bodily onto her side, and pulled her into his chest from behind. Wrapping his arms tight around her, he kissed her neck roughly, and began to caress her breasts, brushing his palms lightly over her nipples. She leaned back into his shoulder permitting him better access to trail hot kisses down to the base of her neck, and bit her lip to muffle her moans.
"Let me hear you, my beautiful," he whispered into her ear again, receiving a beautiful sigh in response, making him strain against his trousers. He pulled her into him tighter, pressing himself firmly against her buttocks. And then trailed his free hand down her torso, stopping to caress her breasts on the way and trailing patterns lightly down her stomach making her skin prickle again as he finally slid into her knickers and began working her exactly as she liked.
She too had managed to release the laces on his trousers, releasing him free, and was beginning to rub him with her hand while rocking her hips and grinding her perfect buttocks against him, making him groan in desperation. Soon they were lost in a rhythm together, and as her moans became more urgent, he came closer. Then finally while continuing her rocking, she grabbed his free hand, thrust his finger in her mouth and began to suck roughly on it. Soon he felt her arch her back and convulse onto his hand, in turn tipping him over the edge, as he grunted his release into her hair. He too had needed that, after he had been feeling the sexual tension since before dinner when he had seen to her needs and neglected his.
"Let me clean you Amralime –" he kissed her several times, still holding her, as he slipped his hand back out of her knickers.
"No stay. We can sort it out in the morning.. don't let me go please Thorin. You are always gone these days in the morning before I wake." She muttered softly, as he kissed her again.
"Then I will keep you warm until the morning, and we can clean up together." He kissed her worries away, and stroked her hair until her breathing grew steady, and he soon followed into a dreamless sleep.
