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Here it is: the sexy bits! Please please leave your reviews on this - (and be a little kind) - its my first attempt at writing the full on naughty! So i would really really LOVE your feedback xx

This is for those of you who requested some sexy time between these two ;)

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Thorin carried Shobha into their bedroom and placed her on their bed. Their room had been decorated with lots of candles, making it look rather magical.

He immediately took his crown off setting it on a side table, shrugging his ceremonial coat and armour plates off, until he was in only his trousers and tunic.

She had moved from her place on the bed to kick off her slippers and set her crown down on the dressing table. Just as she was about to reach up to pull out one of the hairpins that held her hair up, he grabbed her waist from behind and began to place lots of soft kisses down her neck as he unpinned her sari. He let the material fall in front of her, as he held her gaze in the reflection of the large mirror in front of them.

"My beautiful wife," he whispered into her ear, as he traced his fingers up her abdomen and chest between her cleavage, before caressing each of her breasts, and holding her tight to him with the other hand across her waist as she writhed under his kisses.

Here she was in all her beauty, and all his at last. There was so little material between them, it drove him wild. He was fully aware she was no virgin, but judging from how tight she felt around his fingers and how lithe her frame was, he knew it would likely hurt her to take him for the first time. She may have been taller than most dams, but she was not built like one. While he was a dwarf, and a rather large one at that. So he mustered everything he had to hold himself back from just lifting her skirts up and burying himself up to the hilt inside her while watching her beautiful face in the mirror.

She turned to face him and tiptoed up to kiss him, as he ran his calloused fingers over her abdomen to unwrap her sari further. As their kiss deepened she let her hands wonder to reach the hem of his tunic and pull it up, breaking their kiss briefly while he removed it fast. She looked at his broad muscular chest in the soft candle light, tracing her fingers over each of his visible battle scars from the top of his broad shoulders down to his stomach, running through the carpet of dark hair. Of course sex wasn't new to her, and she had explored his body before but not like this - it suddenly felt exciting on a new level. She stopped when she reached the large one that she imagined was inflicted by Azog. She had asked about the other scars before, but had been more sensitive around this one.

"Go ahead, my beauty, every inch of me belongs to you." He looked into her face, running his hands along the waistband of her sari.

"Doesn't it hurt. A deep wound like that would heal with a lot of complex tough scarring." She said running her hand very lightly over the tough tissue. She had seen and managed stab wounds like that back at home, and they usually required a good exploration and washout, which they simply did not have the capacity to do here.

"Not with your hands on it, my wife." He took advantage of her distraction to undo the final fastenings of her sari letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in the very revealing blouse and a pair of silken bloomers tied with bows either side. He liked the bloomers she wore. She clearly had them designed based on what they had found her in the first time they undressed her. They covered so little though, they were hardly bloomers at all.

She followed the trail of hair down his abdomen to the waistband of his trousers skimming her fingers just underneath to brush against the tip of his straining cock, making him hiss.

"Ah! My Queen, I want to feel all of you…" he momentarily shut his eyes lost in the pleasure and then immediately snapped them open to greedily watch her every move, as she finally unlaced his trousers and let them drop down to his feet. She then gently ran her fingers along his thick long shaft, clearly enjoying what she was looking at. This was all he needed to see, giving into his desires to immediately claim her lips with ferocity, moving to place open mouthed kisses along her neck. He loved how sensitive she was to his attentions, feeling all her skin prickle with goosebumps in response.

"Turn." He commanded roughly in her ear, and not waiting for her, he grasped her hips and spun her to face the mirror once more, and began to untie her blouse held only by a few laces, and then slipping it down her arms to let it fall in front of her, making him groan as he watched her breasts freed in the mirror and groping them in his large palms, a perfect fit. He pressed his throbbing length to her back and peppered her shoulders with kisses. The soft whimpering his new bride made under his touch only fired his need more.

He began to remove each of the jewelled hairpins that held up her long raven locks, which now fell in soft waves around her breasts, shoulders and back, until all her hair was loose, making her look like the Valar had made her in the image of Yavanna herself.

"Oh my beauty," he breathed kissing her shoulders and neck again as he gently moved her hair over one shoulder, watching the pleasure on her face in the mirror of the dressing table. She leaned back into him wrapping her arms up and around his neck. Finally he picked her up and carried her to their bed where he lay her down, and began to kiss her deeply while he gently loosened the ties on her knickers. Then worked his way down to her breasts, grasping each nipple in turn in his mouth, while trailing his hand down her abdomen to find his way to her sensitive nub.

"Ah! Thorin! You – have t- to – take it out – first…" she managed to get out, as she felt his hardened shaft lying on her abdomen.

"Shhhh, my darling, I know…" he said pressing his lips hard against hers, as his fingers skilfully eased the swab out and slid in curving up to reach her sensitive spot, while he delicately circled her with his thumb. It made her back arch beautifully allowing him to take one of her nipples in his mouth, slipping another thick digit in making her moan as he filled her.

It wasn't long before he could feel her tight walls gripping and undulating around his fingers, she was so ripe for the taking, he could not wait any longer. And so without giving her any further time to recover, he lifted a leg up over his shoulder, aligned his aching tip up to her entrance now pooling with evidence of her arousal and grasping her hips eased his tip in. She was tight, so tight, it made him hiss with pleasure. It felt as though he had been waiting for this very moment for two-hundred years. And while he had intended to ease his throbbing hard length into her slowly, as soon as his tip was through into her, it was all the self control he was afforded as he sheathed himself fully and deeply into her in one move, watching her face as the initial pain turned to pleasure. He knew he had to be as gentle with her as possible, but she was so deliciously tight, all of her was made for him, and it set a fire raging deep within his loins that he was now battling to control.

Positioning himself higher up her body, he pinned her right hand down in his left, intertwining his fingers with hers enjoying the image of her laying there naked, bathed in jewels, as he was buried hilt-deep in her. He leant down and kissed her deeply as he pulled out almost fully to slam into her once more, letting his free hand stimulate her clitoris, he could feel her walls tensing around him in response to his play. Clenching his jaw to control his desperate need to pound into her, the dwarf king began to move at a steady pace, feeling her grip him as he pulled out and welcome him as he plunged in. He could see her breasts bouncing with her movement, and hear the faintest jingle of her anklets.

Soon her body had relaxed into him, and she was reaching up with her free hand to brush the hair from his face. Then suddenly without warning she clutched at his chest, and despite his left hand pinning her right down, she arched up to him as she came undone, screaming his name. But this would not be enough for him, and allowing her a few moments to ride out her orgasm, he quickly pulled out denying himself once more, and immediately flipped her over onto her front.

"Oh my wife you are so beautiful when you come undone." He whispered in her ear as he pulled her hips up and knelt behind her easing himself in. Then once again sheathing himself fully into her in one swift move.

"Don't you dare hold back Thorin – Ah! Fuck baby!" She looked back at him over her shoulder as he ran his hands over her lower back and buttocks revelling in the view. "Take control –"

"Are you sure my beauty…? I am having trouble controlling myself right now." He leant over her, to caress her breasts as he spoke in her ear again, kissing the shell.

"Ah Thorin - Fuck me hard – " she groaned, grinding hips up to meet him, as he pulled out almost completely, and slid in with less trouble this time, given all the lubrication they had produced from before. He stroked her lower back once more soothing her, and ran his hand down her back to push her down into the bed and pull on her long dark hair, as he initially moved languidly in her to allow her get used to the depth of his penetration.

"Oh Mahal! You are so fucking tight!" He threw his head back momentarily concentrating hard on keeping himself from climaxing until he knew she was close.

"No! Don't hold back! Ah! Yes! Yes!" She began to snake one of her hands down to touch herself, when he grasped her errant wrist and pinned it beside her as he leant over her.

"Not yet." He spoke roughly in her ear, and then pulling her hair a bit harder to turn her head to meet him, he claimed her lips. "I want to be the one to satisfy you…"

He titled her hips up to angle himself to brush against the sensitive parts of her, as he started pounding relentlessly, encouraged by her hot pants.

"Ah! Yes Thorin! – oh God! – th – there!"

Then once more, just as she thought she couldn't possible come again, she fell over the brink, gripping his length inside her demanding for his release. And so he let himself fall over the edge, digging his fingers into her hips in a bone crushing grip and slamming into her, feeling his skin slapping against her, emptying himself inside her with a deep roar. In that moment, every hurt, every fear, every worry and wrongdoing he had suffered in the last two centuries had been washed away. He couldn't have felt more complete.

Finally, allowing her time to recover, he lay holding her tightly to him kissing her repeatedly, until he noticed her suppressing a yawn. As her breath steadied he too allowed himself to drift off blissfully by her side, finally as husband and wife.

She had been pleasantly woken up later that night, with Thorin nestled between her thighs, as he made her climax twice, first with his tongue, and the second time with his fingers. And then continuing to kneel between her, he had pulled her onto his lap lifting her legs up to his shoulders and burying himself deep inside her, allowing his inner animal to devour her completely, setting a punishing pace from the start, gripping her thighs and thoroughly enjoying the view of seeing himself pulling out and entering her, covered in her juices. He had finally leant over to grip her hips and stare deep into her eyes as he felt her climax around him once more, desperate to posses her completely before he finally growled his release.

After a further restful sleep, Thorin had been woken up close to dawn by Shobha, as promised, with her sitting on his lap grinding her hips and feeling him rise to attention rapidly. She enjoyed how he lusted after her as much as he loved her, and aimed to make the best use of it, until the time that she imagined he grew 'comfortable' with her, and the lust would fade to become a memory. And she knew she had got her way, as he had woken immediately with a deep growl that rumbled through his chest. No words were necessary in that moment, the pure wanton, sexy way in which she had taken over was everything he had ever desired from her wake up. And she had ridden her way to two further climaxes atop the powerful Dwarf King, coaxed on with his hands on her hips and breasts. He had admittedly lost control, reaching his peak much sooner than he hoped, as he watched her using his body, moving with fluid like grace, leaning back at times, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and completely lost in the pleasure.

The next day had been perfect bliss. Their meals had been brought in to the parlour, by someone quietly unseen, along with fresh bed linen. They had taken long rests, long baths together, had a few meals as needed, even though they had both only had a hunger for each other. They had time to talk, cuddle, kiss and explore each other to their hearts' desires. He had taken her in as many ways as both their bodies could handle. It had been utter bliss.

That evening he had carried his large harp into their bedroom and started to play for her, sitting on the couch. She had wrapped herself up in the blanket and moved from the bed to lay on the floor in front of him and watch as he played and hummed in his rich velvet voice, admiring his muscular form in all its bare glory.

"Are you cold, Amralime?"

"Maybe a little…" she replied, but in truth she had wrapped herself more to preserve her dignity.

"Sit on my lap, my beauty," he suddenly looked at her intensely holding his hand out to her. "And I will sing for you… let my skin warm you."

She smiled at him knowingly, and walked over, only dropping the blanket as she reached the safety of his hand. Then she took her place between his legs as he made room, with a shiver running through her as their bare skin made contact. It felt so new suddenly, once more, it was amazing.

Thorin brushed his new bride's hair over her right shoulder, while he leant in to kiss her neck and left trails of heat where he stroked her arms. When he had soothed her to relax in his lap, humming, he engulfed her pressing himself to her back and wrapping her in his strong arms as he reached the strings and began to play, singing in his deep baritone voice that reverberated through her body. She found heat pooling in her core as he pressed his hardening length against her, and she leant back against his broad shoulders stroking his strong thighs with her small hands. Soon his right hand had left the strings and found their own movement from her breasts and then down to circle her sensitive pearl, as he hummed into the skin of her shoulder, having forgotten the words, distracted by the sensual sounds she was making as he played her body.

"Sit on my cock, my beauty," he spoke softly into her left ear, nibbling on her delicate lobe. And as she nodded he picked her up and moved his legs underneath guiding hers to straddle him either side. She stood on tiptoe and positioned herself over his purple throbbing tip, steadying herself using his thighs and lowered herself down completely feeling him stretch her deliciously. And then after positioning her self with better leverage she moved off and back on him several times making him groan with pleasure, completely forgetting about the beautiful harp before them. But then she suddenly stopped, causing him to moan in protest, grasping her hips firmly.

"Now, now, husband of mine," she tutted teasingly, rocking ever so slightly to let him know exactly who was in control. "I will carry on, only if you continue to play…"

"Ah! My Queen- you torture me now!" He caressed her body in his arms, softly squeezing her breasts and sucking a love bruise on her neck. "When your body is in my arms I find it extremely hard to concentrate on anything else…"

So she lifted his arms and brought his large hands up to the strings once more, and growling at her he began to play, finding that she started to move once again. At first, his movements were jerky and out of tune, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of her tight velvet grip around his rock-hard length. And so she slowed her movement teasing him to the point of insanity until he started to play a slow and simple tune, humming away once more. Then as she increased her pace riding him deeper and faster he let go of the harp strings altogether and began to play with her body, until he found her orgasming around him, throwing her head back over his shoulder holding onto his strong arms for support, finally surrendering to allow him to grasp her hips and control her. He thrust into her several times, hard, groaning his release as he gripped her body against his tightly. Finally rocking himself a few more times to ride his own pleasure out, he peppered her with kisses.

Despite the countless times they had made love, even by the third day they had not been satisfied. In fact their hunger seemed to only deepen. At times they had made love tenderly, while most of the time he had taken her rather roughly allowing his animalistic desire for her to take over. She had enjoyed that – and after his initial fears were abated – she had reassured him, that she would certainly have let him know if he had hurt her.

Thorin had at one point on their third continuous day together in their chamber, felt somewhat guilty about not taking her outside for a ride or walk, having recalled how she had told him about her love of travelling when she had lived in her own land. It was clearly a land very different to Middle Earth, where they had no threats from wild animals or orcs, and women were afforded many liberties both legally, and in terms of autonomy for many things.

While dwarves valued their women greatly compared with other races on Middle Earth, even Thorin had to admit it was purely due to their rarity. For even dwarrowdams, however feisty they may have been, were nonetheless under the govern of their male folk. They had little recognition legally or in trade, and sadly even their own history books omitted them, with little or no record of the names of any of their Queens. Thror, his grandfather had been particularly fond of his own mother and wife, therefore had insisted on portraits, and Raena, his grandmother had also collected portraits of the royal lineage, paying particular attention to the women, both from her own culture and that of the line of Durin. Her collections had fortunately survived Smaug in the Queens apartments, something that Shobha loved. She had suggested they had portraits of the princes, their wives in future and Dis added to the collection. But importantly she had suggested that they document the lives and skills of the Durin women, starting with Raena, and Arya whom Thorin still recalled, before that knowledge was lost for the next generation. Ori has been commissioned specially for that purpose. Thorin had loved that about her, and felt a great sense of pride when Kallon had informed him that he had begun to train his elder daughter officially as his apprentice, at the recommendation of their Queen!

And so remembering that he promised to show her the stars at night he had waited for her to fall asleep after their most recent session of love making and dug up the bedroll he had used on his travels before they reclaimed Erebor, and laid it out on their terrace that night, building the hearth to create a roaring fire enough for the heat to flood through their balcony doors. Then when she had awoken he had wrapped her in several blankets and taken her outside and laid her next to him in his bedroll, rubbing her skin with his hands for the warmth. After snuggling tight to him, and getting over being completely naked with him outdoors, she finally looked up into the night sky. He closely watched her face as her eyes lit up.

"Oh my goodness! Look at all the stars!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I have never seen stars this clearly before in my life!"

He smiled, taking in his beautiful bride as she stuck her hand out of the blankets and reached up almost as if she could touch the twinkling lights.

"Are you not able to see the stars in your land, Amralime?"

"Well, we can see some stars, but we have so many artificial lights that they over power the star light." She continued to reach out drawing invisible patterns between the stars. "There are places where you can go especially to star gaze, but I have never been. But here the stars are so clear…"

"We are high up on the mountain also, my beauty." He spoke running faint lines across the skin on her chest. "In any case, my wife, you are more beautiful than all the stars put together." He smiled again kissing her, as she lay there bathed in starlight. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his beard, as she so often seemed to enjoy.

"Well, my handsome husband – thank you for bringing me out here to show me." Then smiling, she enquired. "Do you know any of the constellations?"

Thorin shuffled slightly to lie on his side, resting on his elbow so he could look both at the stars and his new bride.

"Now, I will confess that knowledge of the stars is mostly an Elven thing – but there are a few that we know." He said pointing at a constellation of seven stars in a pointed shape. "That is Durin's Crown…"

"That is Eärendil." Then tracing his fingers along several other shapes. "That is 'Ekta' and the 'Sickle of the Valar' – that was created by Mahal and Varda as a warning to Morgoth of his downfall."

"Oh! I think I know those two – "

"Aye my beauty?" He smiled at her enthusiasm. It was fascinating to him that something they took for granted, had been something she had taken such great enjoyment in. Thorin began to draw feathery patterns on her skin again as she lay there bathed in the cold starlight, feeling his hunger for her growing within him once more.

"Yes – in my land Ekta I think is called Orion's Belt. And the Sickle of the Valar is called the Plough or Big Bear…" She traced the shapes again with her fingers, as he trailed his down her body and then suddenly slipped a thick digit inside her, curving it up to make her back arch, allowing him to catch one of her nipples, that had peaked in the cool night air, in his hot mouth. "Ah! Thorin…"

"Mmmm…"

There was something magical about the starlit night, or perhaps it was being outdoors stark naked tangled in each other's arms, but it was quite enough to stir their desperation to be merged once more. And so they made love again – but for the first time under the light of the stars.

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