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Shobha was woken up early that morning by Dis. She had already been up to check on Gael, Fili, Kili, Dwalin and Thorin, who had shared a room. Elin had already arranged for breakfasts to be delivered early to all in the royal wing.
Dis sent Shobha through to have an early relaxing bath with added hair oils and bath scents, while Mara arrived and began to set out all their clothes, jewels and hair pins.
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Fili's room was full with all the company as they supported Thorin getting ready. Dwalin fussed over Gael's suit in a corner, while Kili fussed over his hair.
Thorin paced the room. He had been the first to get ready, but had become more restless as the time had worn on. Shobha should be ready soon. But he didn't want to wait in the throne room in front of everyone, unless he knew that she too would be there soon after.
"I need to see her –"
"No laddie… that is not wise." Balin walked over to put this hand on Thorin's shoulder. "Would you like to rehearse your words again? Or maybe have Gandalf perform a calming spell..?"
"No Balin, thank you. I need to make sure she is fine."
"Dis said she was getting ready…What are you worried about baheluh?" Dwalin looked after adjusting Gael's braces.
"What if she changes her mind?" Thorin looked at them uncertain. "She will be missing her family today of all days…"
"Mahal's hairy bollocks! The lass missed her family from the start… She had her pick of going home to goodness knows how many men must have been waiting in row… and then she would have had her pick here – and yet she chose the grumpiest dwarf she could." Nori laughed at the absurd suggestion – Thorin really was very blinkered and stubborn. "I don't think she will leave now."
"She stayed even through the worst of times…" Balin shook his head sadly reflecting on when Thorin had his dragon sickness.
"Would you like me to go and check on them?" Fili offered, finally taking pity on his Uncle, as he remembered that time when he too had been a target of Thorin's abuse, because of his fondness of Shobha.
"Och No! Don't be so obvious!" Dwalin stood up. "I will go. After all, I will be walking her on her first journey and giving her away. That gives me the chance to check on the guard as well…"
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Shobha sat at the dressing table, she was the last to be made ready. Dis, Mara and Elin were all there and ready. They were now helping to pin her long glossy hair up. They had helped her put her pale gold sari on, followed by the various items of jewellery; Anklets had gone on first, then waist chain, necklaces and earrings. Once her hair was pinned they set her hair Tika pendant. Shobha pulled out the two Elven bangles gifted to her and slipped them on.
She had lined her eyes with the Kohl that had been sourced for her from the Eastern lands and applied the lip stain and the lightest pinch of it to her cheeks. Looking in the mirror, she looked like an Indian Princess. She knew her parents would have loved to see this, and she had no doubt they would have approved of Thorin. But the happiness and excitement of this day was very slightly tempered by the absence of her parents.
She stood up and walked over to the wooden box on top of their dresser and took out three small pouches and handed it to the three dams, to their surprise.
"What's this for?!" Dis asked opening her pouch to reveal a beautiful brooch studded with sapphires. Mara had been given an similar emerald studded brooch, as her preference was for shades of green, and Elin given one studded with rubies, given her preference.
"A small thank you…" Shobha smiled. "For being there for me – when I have had no one else."
The three ladies suddenly turned to hug her altogether.
"Don't cry – or make us cry… We're all dressed now." Mara smiled. "Consider us your sisters: although we will never replace yours. For we consider you as ours."
"They are absolutely beautiful." Elin wiped the corners of her eyes. "Now lets get all these last touches on… Where is Bombur…?"
"Where is Gloin with the Flowers?" Mara huffed bending down to straighten some of the pleats on Shobha's sari.
There was a knock on the door, and Elin opened it to find Gloin and Bombur at the door. They were carrying two posies of wild flowers and Bombur held onto Lena, who was dressed in a matching gold dress to the bride's sari. After dropping the flowers and Lena they both quickly disappeared.
No sooner had Elin shut the door, that there was a further knock. Dis opened the door this time to find Dwalin standing there peering in dressed in his best. Seeing Dis, the large gruff dwarf blushed.
"Och Dis! You look…" he grinned widely and boldly placed a kiss on her cheek. He knew the others were watching, but he knew they were more sensitive than the dwarrows and wouldn't tease him as badly. Even if they did – he no longer cared what the others thought: Dis had let him spend the night with her and they had been kissing a lot. He was sure Shobha had a hand in it all, but either way he was grateful. If Dis was willing to have him in her life, he would take any relationship she would allow. "You look breathtaking My Lady!"
The three dams had worn three different dresses in their favoured colours: Dis in deep blue with an elaborate corset embroidered in gold, Mara in a deep bottle green with a rather plunging neckline, and Elin in a rich red with a sweetheart neckline which accentuated her ample bosom and highlighted her rich red hair. All three wasted no time pinning their brooches on to their dresses.
Dwalin walked through grinning at all the pretty ladies. And then he spotted Shobha.
"Oh lass!" He smiled softly, his eyes looking a little more teary suddenly. "Lass you look like a princess-bride…"
She stood up and walked over to him giving him a hug.
"Don't make her cry!" The three dams cried together.
"Och!" Dwalin gestured them away with one arm while he engulfed her with the other against his chest. "Are you alright lass? Your groom has been worried about you for a while… thinks you will get cold feet suddenly."
She looked up at him scrunching her eyes to stop herself from crying and shook her head in silence.
"Come on then, I will go and get Balin and send the Groom's side ahead, before I come over and walk you there." Dwalin gave her another hug, before letting her release him first and then turning to Dis. "Dis you will need to walk with Thorin, Fili, Kili and Gael."
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It took a few moments to organise everyone and send Thorin and his company ahead. Balin had walked with them, as he would carry out the ceremony. Mara, Elin and Lena waited in the room with Shobha, and was soon joined by Bombur and Gloin, who kept peering out of the door to make sure that Thorin had passed by, so they wouldn't see the bride, as it was extremely bad luck according to their customs.
Finally after sufficient time there was a knock on the door and Dwalin returned to pick Shobha, but he was flanked by Dori, Ori, Bifur and Bofur.
"We consider ourselves part of the Bride's party." Dori spoke proudly, giving Shobha a wink. "So we will make the first journey of Abkan with you lass…"
Shobha gave them all a quick hug, scrunching her eyes again.
"Don't cry lass," Bofur rubbed her arm. "… its our greatest honour to walk as part of your family."
"And you look stunning lass." Bifur smiled, noticing the surprised look on her face. He rarely ever spoke in common tongue, preferring Khuzdul instead. In fact Shobha had learnt most of her Khuzdul from working with Bifur.
"Come on, namadith; Daughter of Fundin, of the Royal House of Durin," Dwalin smiled still a bit teary-eyed holding his hand out for her. Shobha took her bouquet in one hand and then placed her right hand in Dwalin's left, and finally after a bit more fussing from Mara and Elin over her Sari, and a small silent prayer from Shobha, they stepped out.
As they stepped out into the corridor of the royal wing, they were met by four of Thorin's fiercest King's Guard. Zodar, Barr, Allon and another large dark haired dwarrow called Aro were all dressed in ceremonial armour of ruby red leather and gold plates. They all bowed low to her and then standing, slammed their fists to their breastplates all together. Then they paired off, two walking in front and two walking behind Dwalin and Shobha, while the rest of her bridal party walked behind.
"Ooh, they're all dressed up today!" Shobha beamed at the guards, as Dwalin led her along.
"Aye, my Lady," Barr spoke up proudly. "We have had the highest honour bestowed upon us by our King: We are now the Queen's guard."
"And there has been no Queen under the Mountain for almost a hundred years!" Zodar added. "So you are more precious to us all than the Arkenstone itself. And we guard you with our lives."
"They will be taking oaths at your coronation also lass." Dwalin explained.
"Um… isn't that a bit extreme?" Shobha was a bit taken aback.
"Not at all lass. The rest of the company will be taking the same oath. We would gladly die protecting you Shobha."
"To be honest, my Lady, all the King's warriors and most of the soldiers strongly believe you are the best choice of Queen without a doubt." Barr confirmed.
"Aye, I told you Shobha: I have never heard of so many wedding gifts and wishes to a Queen before." Mara spoke up from behind, adjusting Gimli's collar. "And not even addressed to the King!"
"Ok – I feel a bit nervous now. Please stop for a minute." Shobha grasped Dwalin's arm.
The guards immediately halted. The rest of her bridal party almost ran into the heavily armoured dwarves.
"Are you alright lass?" Dwalin held her in a hug. "Take some deep breaths. If you don't want to –"
"No! I do! I love Thorin… but what if I disappoint everyone else – I'm no Queen." She clutched at her chest feeling a bit breathless.
"My Queen, if I may speak," Barr turned around. "What you have already done so far to the many in Erebor, is more than enough. There are many who's children you saved with your quick thinking that day in the attacks; many whom you have treated in the infirmary, smiths you have helped; miners you have treated or saved the lives of; not to mention the lives of our King and the heirs of Durin. Many of us recall how you hurt yourself, lunging into Prince Fili's attacker… and of course, you have never turned away anyone who has asked for help."
"Aye, My Queen, " Zodar agreed. "Whether you are crowned or not; even if you choose not to wed our King today – you will still be our Queen now. Even if you were to leave Erebor and never return. And we are honoured to kneel before you."
They both suddenly knelt before their Queen, to have Allon and Aro follow from behind.
"Please stand," Shobha gasped, as Dwalin stood proudly next to her beaming. She took a deep breath steadying herself on Dwalin's arm again. "Let's go. My Groom and our King awaits."
The four Queen's Guard suddenly stood and beat their fists against their breastplate in salute. Then the whole party continued their journey once more.
As they neared the main corridor close to the great entrance, she could see the crowds of dwarves within Erebor, who had not gained a place within the great Throne Room, were lining the corridor behind a row of guards as they waited to catch a glimpse of their Queen. They smiled, cheered and waved. Some even showering her path with flowers and petals. While her heart beat faster, she smiled at them grateful for their appreciation. Dwarves were not an easily trusting race, and she felt honoured that they taken her close to their heart.
More surprisingly, as they neared the entrance hall leading from the Great Gates, she found that the enormous stone doors had been pulled open and a row of guards stood again beyond which stood a large crowd of people from Dale! They too appeared to have dressed in their best and stood waving and cheering.
"I think your help towards the people of Dale, has not gone unnoticed, namadith," Dwalin whispered.
She stopped and turned to smile at them, receiving a renewed cheer. Then turned back once more guided by Dwalin to head in towards the Throne Room. The crowd erupted in cheers again seeing her arrive at the doors. Then Dwalin stopped them.
Shobha took a look around – the room was packed with a sea of finely dressed dwarves. It was true, they loved their colour, and each was dressed very opulently in bold colours. Her eyes then looked beyond the mass gathered, at the throne on the Dais. There Thorin sat in his throne looking regal, very much King under the Mountain. It did things to her insides seeing him like that. He wore a deep blue suit with mithril edging, a jewelled belt, and his long ceremonial King's coat with dark fur edging, collar and hem. It splayed out on the floor beneath him. He also wore the gold Raven Crown, and still had the braids she had placed into his hair the morning before. He was very majestic and breathtakingly handsome.
Thorin, had been seated on his throne for a short while, which felt like an eternity waiting for his bride to arrive. He could hear her arrival from the cheering that reverberating through the hallways of Erebor before he could even see her. While he kept his stone mask on for the crowds and the Nobility, his heart inside beat faster than when he anticipated facing Azog and the army of orcs. First, he saw his guards dressed in the Queen's Guard armour rounding the corner walking just into the entrance and coming to a halt. After his grandmother had died the Queen's Guard had been retired. It was exhilarating to see their armour shining in the throne room once more.
The Queen's Guard had been given the best armour among the royal guards of Erebor. The rich red leather had been brought across from the Kingdom of Rohan and their ceremonial armour plates were coated with a real layer of liquid gold which made then particularly heavy, but the dwarrows chosen for the role were usually those that wouldn't ever tire of wearing them.
As the guards came to a halt and the bridal party gathered behind, he very slightly raised his head to take a better look. And then he saw her, holding Dwalin's hand as he led her through. She shone like the brightest star, even in the fully lit room. She wore a pale gold sari, with a matching sheer gold long sleeved blouse. It was cut high exposing her narrow waist and stomach, which was naturally toned. She wore the ruby jewels he had picked out, which complimented the hue of her dark honey brown skin perfectly. She stood relaxed, but straight, and walked with the grace of a dancer. He could see her eyes had been lined with the black paint of the eastern lands, and her lips stained red.
She looked like a divine being and it took his breath away!
At first his lips parted as he took her in, and then as she found his eyes and flashed him a shy smile, his lips pulled up in the corners too. She looked like a goddess, and she was finally all his from today.
He immediately stood from his throne, and the crowds all fell completely silent. In that moment, the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Balin beat his golden staff against the floor.
"All hail the arrival of the King's bride, following her first journey of Abkan." Balin spoke, and his words resounded through the great room. "All hail, Lady Shobha, daughter of Arun and Pushpa, Daughter or Fundin and Merin, of the Royal house of Durin."
Suddenly there was a sea of shuffling, and everyone knelt down on one knee or curtsied, while the few elves who had arrived, and Gandalf bowed their heads.
Then Gael and Lena trotted ahead and began scattering her path with flower petals ahead of her.
As the guard began to move, Dwalin began to walk Shobha along the great aisle created between the sea of guests. There were many ladies and lords and dwarves who lived and worked in Erebor, that she recognised. And closer to the throne, they had spared the younglings and their families special seats for a better view. That would have been Thorin's doing; a thought which made her smile. They all stood waving excited and smiling. She gave them a little wave as she walked past. It was in that moment that Shobha realised that she actually knew quite a lot of dwarves in Erebor and with that her fear of being Queen dissipated somewhat.
Seeing Thorin waiting for her, made her heart soar. She couldn't get over how incredibly handsome he looked, standing there. And this was it – today they would belong to each other. Although she hadn't noticed them initially, Fili and Kili stood behind him, dressed in matching suits looking very dashing themselves. They were grinning at her as they watched her approach.
When they approached the steps to the throne they all stopped, and suddenly her guards raised their impressively large axes, as if to make a gesture of defending the bride. The Kings Guard who stood on the steps facing them briefly presented their own weapons and then lowered them. This prompted her own guard salute them beating their breastplates and step out of the way. It was clearly some sort of customary salute, and well rehearsed! And Shobha was walked up the steps still holding Dwalin's hand. He took his time so she didn't trip on her sari as she climbed the steps.
Once they reached Thorin, Fili and Kili, Dwalin stood waiting for Balin to begin.
"Who gives this lady away to the King?" Balin asked.
"I do: Dwalin, son of Fundin, of the Royal House of Durin, brother of Lady Shobha." Dwalin spoke clearly. "Do you swear to protect your bride and provide for her every need?"
"I swear to do so till my dying breath." Thorin said solemnly bowing his head to Dwalin, and then he took her right hand as Dwalin released her and stood behind her.
Balin then began to read the Zarb contract in Khuzdul. And chanted several blessings, then finally he turned to Fili, who held a velvet cushion, on which sat a pair of ceremonial silver wrist cuffs on a long mithril chain. Balin took the cuffs and placed one on Shobha's right wrist and the other on Thorin's left wrist. She knew to expect this, as they had gone over the details of the ceremony with her, but they actually looked like rather kinky handcuffs and seeing them brought a cheeky smile to her lips.
Thorin who had his eyes only on his bride's face since her arrival saw her smile at the ceremonial bindings intended to symbolise their bonding for life being stronger than mithril. He could tell exactly what sort of dirty thoughts were running through her mind, and when she glanced up at him, he made sure he gave her a heated look.
Keeping the cuffs on still, Thorin turned to Fili who now held up the marriage necklace – representing the Managalsutra – a symbol of his commitment for life according to Hindu marriage rites, which he had made of sapphires and gold. It was more like a gold necklace with a sapphire encrusted pendant, but she had wanted something she could wear practically all the time rather than a true traditional piece. He leant over to tie it around her neck. The closeness of his movement made him want to grab her, after being starved of her touch for some hours, but of course he resisted. Finally two rings were presented, which they exchanged. The vows were said in Khuzdul.
"With this I swear to honour, protect and provide for your every need and wish, always. You are my Queen, and the Queen of my heart: In my halls you will find a house: In your heart I will find a home." He softly voiced in Khuzdul as he placed a ruby studded eternity ring on her ring finger. The way he spoke felt very intimate, like the promises he made to her when they had been alone.
"With this I swear to honour, obey and cherish you, always. You are my King and the King of my heart: In your halls I will find a house: In my heart you will find a home." Shobha replied in Khuzdul, smiling up at him as she placed the sapphire studded eternity ring on his ring finger.
Then when Balin declared them husband and wife in Khuzdul, Thorin reached over and grasped her by her waist and pulling her in and claiming her lips, as though he had not kissed her in years.
All of Erebor seemed to erupt in resounding cheers suddenly! Many courting couples and husbands and wives had been swept away in the emotion, breaking into passionate kisses themselves.
"Don't worry, my beauty, I am keeping these ceremonial bondings to use on you tonight," he whispered into her ear making her smile.
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Thorin had walked her out of the throne room as his wife after the ceremony and led her back to the royal wing. The guests would get the chance to enjoy some refreshments, while Thorin and Shobha had a change of clothing for the coronation. He also had a wedding gift for her.
As soon as they were out of sight, he pulled her around a corner and pressed her into a wall, plundering her mouth and running his hands all along the bare skin of her toned abdomen. He had been yearning to do that since he first set eyes on her as she stood at the back of the hall earlier.
"Oh Mahal, I have missed you desperately, lansel. I love you." He uttered desperately. "You look heavenly... I have never seen such beauty in my life, my Queen."
"Oh Thorin! I love you, my King." She whispered in between hot pants as he continued to roam her body with his hands.
He let his hunger take over for a moment, letting his hands wonder, running feathery patterns across her abdomen, groping her breasts, brushing his hands over her hardening nipples through the thin fabric, kneading her buttocks and pressing his hardening desire into her. And then he painfully recalled he wanted to show her a wedding gift he had spent some time arranging for her. And so he toned down the intensity of his kisses and finally pulled away from her.
"No! No! We're married now Thorin. We still have the ceremonial cuffs on…" Shobha protested.
"We have all of next week to to make love Amralime starting from tonight… and when I start – I promise to never leave you, until you never recall another man's touch, ever again, my Queen…" he spoke huskily into her ear in between the hot open mouthed kisses he trailed along her neck. "But first I have a gift for you, Ghivashel."
He led her along the corridor and there next to the Queen's apartments was another door, which Shobha thought was disused. Opening it, he led her up some wide stairs, and they suddenly emerged in a large roof top style courtyard garden! It looked like it had been recently cleared and pruned. It was hard to imagine such a place existed in this vast stony kingdom.
"Oh my! It's beautiful!" She spun around taking the whole garden in, almost tangling themselves on the bonding cuffs as she did. "How did I not know this existed?"
"It was a garden created by my grandfather for my grandmother." He smiled enjoying her enthusiasm. She really did love the outdoors, although she had accommodated herself well to living in Erebor. "It was overgrown and unused after her death. But I cleared it myself, for you, lansel."
"Thank you so much!" She kissed him, pulling him around with her to take a seat on a stone bench.
"This is for when I am unable to take you on walks outside." Thorin kissed her again.
Shobha hadn't been outdoors for a few days, but today the weather was lovely: it was sunny and the sky was blue. It was even marginally warm. Thorin quickly took his long ceremonial coat off and placed it on her shoulders. Although he had to wrap it inside out as they were still hand cuffed.
"Its perfect…" She smiled running her hands along his beard. Then she saw it – he had worn the button chain she had made for him, proudly. "I really want to see the stars at night."
"Then, I will show you my love." He took her hand and kissed it.
"Now I need to go and get ready for the coronation… but we have a little time." She hesitated and bit her lip. "And I thought you may want to prepare my body for tonight…"
He growled eagerly picking her up by the waist to bring her to a stand.
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Once they reached their room he had rapidly undone his wrist cuff, taken his long coat off, and then taken his time taking her clothes off, leaving only her jewellery on. Then he had laid her back on the bed, while he quickly took his boots, tunic, belt and crown off. Crawling over on the bed, he began kissing her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head using one large hand. And suddenly before Shobha could say anything he had handcuffed her to the bed head using the ceremonial bondings. It was not very tight as the mithril chain was quite long, but her hands were still somewhat restrained. She didn't object – it had been something she had always wanted to try.
"I hope you have no objections, my Queen: I saw the way you looked at them during the ceremony..." he travelled down her body kissing, touching, stroking and kneading her flesh. He stopped to give each nipple a rough and hard suck, swirling his hot tongue around the tip of each making her back arch.
"Mmmm…" she squirmed in pleasure only managing a nod.
"I think this is not pleasurable enough for you at the moment my beauty…" He said looking up at her wickedly. Then reaching down to where he had dropped his tunic, he quickly picked it up, folded it a few times and then straddled her chest with hopes of blindfolding her. But she was quicker, and the cuffs had long enough chains for it. So slipping down she rapidly unlaced his trousers and released his erection. She took his tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, teasing him unexpectedly making him groan and collapse forward bucking his hips instinctively. He quickly grabbed hold of the bed head to steady himself, as he was overcome with unexpected pleasure. Sucking hard, while pumping his shaft with her hands, she released his tip with a pop.
"Ah! My naughty little Queen!" He groaned as he tried to focus on his task. He brushed a few strands of her hair out of the way and then grasped the mithril chain and pulled it shorter, so she had less room for her wondering hands. Then quickly took his tunic and wrapped it around her eyes to blindfold her.
"What are you doing Thorin?!" she licked her luscious red stained lips. It made him kiss her roughly, tasting himself on her tongue now.
"You are naughty my Queen… I am planning to pleasure you… not have you do me. But tell me if you want me to remove your restraints at any time Amralime, I don't want you uncomfortable..." He tapped the tip of his erect cock across her full lips revelling in the image. "Now are you willing for me to continue as we are?"
"Mmmm…" she nodded teasing his cock with her lips. Then pushing his own desires to see her full lips wrapped around him aside, he returned to kissing his way down her body.
She could feel his lips and beard brushing along her skin, kissing, sucking and biting. Lazily taking his time with her, he came to kneel between her legs.
"Spread your legs for me, my Queen… wider… while I kneel before you."
She opened up tentatively, the blindfold was heightening her senses, and she found herself very excited in anticipation. He kissed her soft inner thighs, spreading her open further. He knew just how flexible she was – and she was very; her self consciousness about her body was usually the only thing that restricted her, but there was no need. She was perfect. Often when they engaged in pleasurable impropriety, with his continued ministrations she would soon open up to him, like a flower in the height of summer. It was only a matter of time.
She was now spread wide for him, wet and ready, squirming for release, her hands restrained, her full lips parted. Her skin was prickled with goosebumps from his sensual assault, and her nipples peaked to attention. She was so ripe for the taking, he enjoyed seeing her so wanton. It made him very hard indeed, and desperate to penetrate her, but again he ignored his own needs, focussing only on hers.
"Do you know how beautiful you look, my Queen?" He licked his lips in anticipation. "Laid bare and spread out before me…"
He wasted no further time, running his tongue along her, and then settling on her sensitive nub, making her cry out with pleasure, arching her back and grabbing the pillows in her cuffed hands. Undeterred Thorin continued to suck, lick and swirl his tongue rather skilfully around her, while he slid his thick digits along her achingly wet opening, teasingly never entering her, and making her grind her hips up to meet him. Then without warning he plunged his tongue into her, pulling her hips down with one hand and using his other hand to rub her with his thumb, while he devoured her, watching her face overcome with pleasure. Soon he could feel her climaxing violently. After allowing her orgasm to ride out fully in his mouth, he moved up to kiss her, giving her a taste of just how sweet her pleasure was, and slipping the blindfold off. She flopped back on the bed, watching him smirk with the satisfaction of making her come undone so fast, while he settled by her side stroking her body. Appreciating the jewels against her bare skin. Gold and jewels were indeed made for her skin.
She lay there recovering from her climax. Her hands were still restrained above her head, but she was too engrossed in enjoying his touch. She was his sensual captive.
"Mmmm… do you like having your hands restrained, my love…?" he smiled, reaching up to uncuff her little wrists and kissing them. She was flushed, and her hair partially undone. He would need to help her get tidied up again, before his sister and the others returned to help dress her.
"Ah… I do actually..." She felt a little ashamed to admit it, while it was not something she imagined they would use frequently, she seemed to enjoy it in this context. When she had suggested it to Mike, he had made her feel abnormal. It was nice that Thorin had been open to trying it. "But I don't know whether it would get uncomfortable if you were to fuck me like that?" She stroked his cheek softly.
"No restraints for that my love… I think I need all of you free, when I take you, my beauty." The dwarf smiled at her lazily, as he trailed his fingers around her breasts. "In any case I rather like those little hands all over me. I often crave your touch, lansel… I will confess I have never tried that before though."
And then reaching over to her nightstand, he pulled out two swabs, soaked them in the concoction and kneeling before her once more, he slipped them in with ease given how wet she was. He then planted several kisses across her.
"Thank you for going to all of this trouble for my pleasure, Amralime." He returned to lie next to her, cupped her chin in his large calloused hand and kissed her deeply again.
