Chapter 56
Year of Firsts - Consummation

000

[ "We won't be getting much sleep tonight." ]

His words rang heavily in the air in afterthought.

"You do have a duty to your wife." The shrewd remark brought about a devilish smirk from the king.

Thorin smiled into the heated kiss as she sought to unfastened his breeches. The heat and length of him pressed up against her left little to the imagination. He was big and he was hard. Another quiet moan escaped Éla when Thorin moved away, his fingers slipping down, gently feeling how slick she already was for him.

"Those are dangerous waters you tread, love."

"Meaning?" Intrigued, though distracted by his actions, Éla's back arched when he ghosted over her sweet spot, heat building within her core with each stroke he made.

"I could see to it that you are with child by year's end."

The comment both excited and terrified her.

"I won't blame you to try."

An almost feral grin spread across his face as he ground his pelvis into hers, rough fabric replacing where his fingers preoccupied her entrance moments before. Éla whimpered, grinding her hips back too, hand gripping the base of his neck pulling him back down as the other fisted blankets with each thrust in an attempt to ground herself. Thorin began to trail light kisses down her neck towards her collarbone, kneading her breast under one hand as his mouth made way to the other for some much needed attention.

Éla found it difficult to focus on anything between his mouth and hips. With each fevered kiss, his beard tickled skin as he pulled back from lavishing her any further.

Éla made an impatient sound when he removed himself, the cold air of the room alerting her of lost contact. Thorin's grin was ravenous as he stood from the bed to undo the fastenings of his pants, slowly pushing the material past his waist and freeing his erection from its confinement all while watching her pleading reaction to the sight. He was well endowed. Rejoining his wife, Thorin spread her legs wide and lined himself up. The hot skin of his cock barely rubbing against her had him wanting to thrust into her but he had other plans.

He was going to revel this night.

Éla moaned shakily in his ear as his body lowered closer and he entered her agonizingly slow as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. She felt so full with him inside her that it was almost overwhelming. Her body tensed when he bottomed out, his hand rubbing small circles on her inner thigh, as he lost himself in her ragged breathing. She needed a moment to adjust but reassured him through another hungry kiss as Thorin began to thrust with long strokes. Éla arched into him as he set a steady pace. The heat inside her multiplying with each buck, muscles tensing from the delicious friction he caused.

Thorin sought out her lips as mindless pleasure filled the air between them, hunger satisfied by the intense rhythmic grind. Her body began to tremble as he dared to pick up the pace. One thrust, then three, he watched his wife's face contort in pleasure when she came, body writhing and tightening beneath him as he grunted in response, slowing down to extend her orgasm as long as possible.

The pulsing heat of her climax sent a shiver down Thorin's spine as his member twitched in need within her as Éla's body soon relaxed, her mind in a daze as she slipped a hand to caress through his beard. His mouth met hers in a long, lazy kiss, not giving her the chance to rest as his movements continued.

Thorin adjusted his hips, working himself in and out at an incredible angle and that coiling urgency soon returned with a buzz as he lightly fingered her clit. It wasn't long before she was a mess of need all over again, chest heaving and skin flushed. Thorin's movements became more erratic as he lost some control in the rhythm. Éla could feel the pulsating throbs as he bottomed out in her again and again, unable to form coherent words as the knot in her stomach tightened again, her body trembling towards another hope for release as she grinded her pelvis to meet his.

Thorin grunted as he desperately tried to keep control but with her body hot against his, he failed to focus on anything other than her hands fisting in his hair numbing his mind and breasts flush against his chest as she came again with only a small gasp in his ear as a warning. A sharp snap of his hips and he followed right after, her walls constricting against him as he filled her up with his hot seed, slowly riding out his own orgasm.

Both panting for breath, they remained still as he softened deep within her. Heavy-lidded, Thorin massaged her thigh as he slipped out his cock, making Éla shudder from the stimulation. A smug grin flashed over him when lust-filled eyes met, daft fingers lazily moving across her stomach and waist, pulling her closer for a moment's rest.

A pleased look crossed Éla's face as she hummed into his warmth, Thorin shifting to lie next to her. Head resting on his chest and legs entangled under the covers he pulled over them, they listened to the crackling fire and laboured breaths as pounding hearts settled.

Time felt eternal as they lay in the company of the other.

A dull, peaceful rest was had, though they never succumbed to slumber fully when eyes shut out the world. Éla found herself tuning in to the rows of contact being traced up her back only to lazily drift back down the curve of her spine under the covers. The motion nearly put her to sleep, but if Thorin said they were to have little rest that night, she was sure to hold him to it.

Éla began tracing a finger over his chest, migrating down towards his bandages and then back up his abdomen. Thorin let out a low chuckle to which she raised her head to meet his sight. She rather liked that lazy, satisfied smirk plastered on his face, and continued her fingered path idly as she rose high enough to kiss him softly. The back of his hand brushed against her cheek where she lingered between every breath, pushing her hair away from her face.

The pair rested a bit longer as Éla continued to map over muscle to memory, following the harsh lines of the warrior. Her touch light as feathers, continued to ghost patterns over his chest, eyeing for a reaction when Thorin closed his eyes content, grin never faltering. Observing the steady rise and fall of his chest, Éla dared to venture beyond the covers, trailing over the dark hairs near his groin ever so lightly before stopping. She repeated the pattern several more times and then moved to straddle him, legs spread on either side of his as she leaned down, breasts resting on his front and tenderly kissed him, much to his surprise by the sudden change in her position.

Thorin hummed into the kiss approvingly. As they parted, he grabbed hold of her hips, squeezing gently then rubbed his hands up her back into an embrace as she rested her body atop his. The sticky mess between her legs oozed down her thigh as she lazily rubbed herself against his groin. The friction enticed him as he began to grow hard under her heat. Skimming high on her inner thigh, Thorin glided fingers through the leaking mess, mindlessly drifting over sensitive flesh. Éla gasped by the action, his touch sending shivers through her body.

Slowly, she continued to grind her hips against him in small, short circles, his bulge becoming fully erect beneath her. Thorin grunted as he became distracted by the intense wet feeling of her on his cock. He grabbed hold of her hips but lost contact as she sat up, trapping his gaze as fingers glided down his body in doing so.

Thorin really forgot how to breathe as hooded eyes watched his lover take hold of his member holding him by the base and slid down, down, down. With a snap of the neck her head fell back, seemingly lost in the heated pleasure of him deep inside her walls and so she began to ride him. He bucked with each forceful roll of her hips, grasping at soft flesh, guiding her down with more force.

Éla arched her back, carding fingers through his hair as he sat up and began to trail kisses down her neck while she slammed her hips to meet his over and over. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as his name fell from her lips. He groaned against her breasts getting lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving against each other again.

As sexual pressure built in their cores, Éla slowed the roll of her hips to a snail's pace. Prolonging any release, she sought to extent the euphoric numbness of desire a little longer with Thorin breathing raggedly into her chest. His bruising grip on her legs loosened when she pulled his head back so their eyes met. A smile crept between breathy pants as she tried to focus on his reactions. The low light of the hearth cast shadows over his sharp features, strong arms wrapping around her body as a hand slid into her hair and their movements stopped.

They sat like that for a moment, at the edge of release. Éla wrapped an arm around his neck to brace herself, giving him more control over her as she rose off his shaft, hovering her slick core above his tip and settled back down with the same slow pace as before. Thorin closed his eyes, cursing beneath baited breath as his cock twitched inside her.

"Now this is tempting." Her voice rang with sultry appeal as Thorin looked back at her, a fierce need to lose himself in their rhythm again when her hand trailed down his gleaming chest from sweat like fire. She waited for him to retaliate in some way but his hold on her only tightened.

"If you wish to tease me further, there will be consequences." He warned, claiming her mouth as he bucked into her and pulling away, leaving her wanting as she had done to him.

"Your definition of consequence is rather pleasurable, Thorin Oakenshield."

His gaze narrowed by the remark. Éla lifted herself off him and yet his grip on her waist prevented her from rising any further when a hand moved towards her sweet spot, rubbing small circles over her clit. Legs trembling from exhaustion and arousal, Éla steadied herself leaning into him, hands on his shoulders. The hot tip of his gorged member brushed her entrance as she sought to take him again but Thorin held her in place, withholding her from sitting back down as he took the liberty to tease her instead.

She was a mess of need and he found himself enjoying having such power over her even though she too had power over him.

"Thorin..." His name escaped her into another shaky moan as she neared climax, face hiding in the crook of his neck by the waves of pleasure he provided with each stroke of his fingers.

Thorin ceased motion and fisted a hand in her hair at the base of her neck, gently pulling her head back so he could watch her flushed face as he pistoned his throbbing cock into her without warning. Satisfaction was an understatement as he watched the surprise and impatience of her needs washing over her. He guided her hips down with each forceful thrust of his own as he set a quickened pace that had them both coming undone. All Éla could do was hold onto him as her legs went weak from continued stimulation and Thorin's rhythm becoming erratic as he felt her walls clench around his girth from every roll.

As much as she wished to lean down to kiss him, he held her face inches from his own, his ravenous smirk returning once more in her denial for more physical contact. Her mind abuzz, she followed him into release as both hands then sought out her hips as they reached another heated climax, Thorin thrusting up into her. Éla's body twitched with pleasure, her inner walls clenching around him as she relaxed into the fading waves of his continued rolls, energy spent.

Sturdy hands roamed up her sides, massaging as he followed back down. As Thorin raised her body off his softening member, she dug her fingers into his arms, prevention herself from any further action. Thorin planted a soft kiss to her temple as she loosened her grip, breathing sharp in his ear for she had no will to move at that time.

"Are you alright?" A hint of concern played on the edge of his rough voice.

Éla raised her head from his shoulder, a tired smile his only answer as he sought to free himself as he guided her hips back off his own. Her hands shook from the now sensitive stimulation of her core when attempting to stabilize herself as he eased her up. He allowed her to lower herself into his lap, giving her a moment to regain some strength as he mindlessly traced circles on her thighs while her grip on his arms snaked towards his neck.

As their breathing normalized into a steady beat, Éla opened her eyes to face him again, completely unaware that Thorin had been studying her through a lust-filled gaze the entire time.

"What?" She asked sheepishly. His stare was almost too embarrassing to hold but she couldn't find a good enough reason to look away from her husband.

Thorin's smirk grew, shifting to embrace her within his arms, pulling her flush against him. "After all that and you reserve yourself now?"

"Never." Éla hummed into his warmth, dark eyes shifting from his held stare to his mouth, leaning closer to meet him in a drawn out tender kiss.

Rolling them over so she lay on her back, Thorin inhaled into a deeper kiss before breaking away and easing out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Éla asked quietly, her body and mind completely sapped of energy as Thorin returned just as quickly as he left.

"You'll be more comfortable this way." Thorin distracted her with another kiss as he pressed a warm damp rag between her legs. Most likely from the pot of water that had been sitting by the hearth all night.

A hand reached to stop him from rubbing the cloth against delicate flesh. Her hand shook against his wrist, unsure whether she was tired or too sensitized by the action. He gave her a moment to relax, massaging a thigh before continuing, cleaning them up. Slipping back into bed, Thorin brought the blankets over them as he settled next to Éla, sleep threatening to take over.

000

"Do you want something to eat?"

Hunger now plagued her in the middle of the night, their sparring brought about a famished stomach growling for sustenance. The dimming fire sparked calmly, it's golden glow faded to a dull orange as the flames had receded with time. Stealing a prolonged glance at Thorin's resting form she sought to get out of bed, legs sore from prior activities and a stray rough hand swiping across bare skin as she removed herself from his hold, grumbling from loss of contact.

Picking up the discarded robe, Éla wrapped herself in the larger one Thorin hadn't torn, taking a seat by the small table of food. She had it brought up earlier prior to his arrival in case either of them got hungry throughout the night. There was no doubt she frequented the kitchens anyway. Sometimes it was nice taking a nibble here or there to curb unwanted rumbles while other times a savory treat required no explanation to enjoy.

As she took a bit of cheese, she looked over to Thorin now propped up in bed, blankets barely covering him as he shifted to his side in his wake from her moving about the room, resting on an elevated arm.

"Would you like anything?" She asked, savoring the mouth-watering piece before taking a sip of some wine.

Thorin looked her up and down longingly, taking her in as she sat happily and began to loosely re-braid tangled hair. "Aside from you, back in bed? Nothing."

Éla picked at some bread, taking a butter knife and spreading some jam over it. Taking a bite, she turned back to Thorin who watched her intently as she added some honey to the mix. His tired features tugged at her heart, wanting nothing more than to return to him but her hunger required filling first. She then picked at some grapes and cheese, quickly chewing so that she may return to the dwarf lord waiting patiently, though groggy from sleep.

"You will grow fat if you keep eating like that."

He said as she licked her fingers from the sweet jelly substance, pausing to watch him shift beneath the blankets. He made no effort to pull the covers over himself fully as the fire continued it's raging dance, keeping the room warm. Éla's sight followed his frame as he sat up, back resting against the many lush pillows, a knee bent and daring to expose him completely as the covers rose with his shift in position. She swallowed hard, eyes lingering a little too long from his well-kept beard, down the chiseled though laxed frame of his torso, and beyond what lay hidden from view.

She didn't take offense to his words but rather threw it back at him with a laugh and a playful nudge into his chest as she made way back to bed, discarding her robe and moving the blankets to straddle him, hands roaming up his chest and into his soft tresses. "You won't be saying that if I find myself bearing you're child."

His face dropped by the remark, and she gently grabbed him, bringing him close. "I'm not upset, Thorin. Neither should you be."

She cupped his face with both hands as his roamed her back. Éla planting a kiss to his forehead and lifted him up to kiss him properly. When they parted, her sweetness was replaced by something unbecoming of a woman. She tilted her head to kiss him tenderly, lingering on the feeling of his coarse beard scratching soft skin as he began to trail down her neck. "I need a fighting chance to keep up with you in bed anyway. Besides, I have no doubt your potent seed won't fail."

Thorin stopped his roaming, sitting back to look her dead in the eye with a fiery gaze, one brow raised questionably. "Those are foul words coming from the mouth of a king's wife."

He rolled her onto her back without a second word, mouth trailing with wet kisses, tasting her skin as he followed down her body. The heightened sense of his beard trickling across her abdomen brought back that coiling urgency in the pit of her stomach and she relished every moment of it. His actions became more passionate as he returned to her mouth hungrily, tasting the sweetness still on her lips from snacking.

Maddened words of passion in Khuzdul echoed from his mouth, her whole body resonating his low gentle voice as his beard scratched across her neck. A low growl escaped him when a hand reached down to rub him slowly, sliding up to the engorged head of his shaft as he continued to ravish her mouth with his, hum rumbling in approval.

The blue depths of his gaze bore into hers so full of life as they parted for breath, and then he entered her again, enjoying the wistful pleasure contorting across her features only to draw her mouth back to his. He doubted he would ever tire from the sight.

There was a sense of completeness as Thorin bent down to kiss his wife again. Their bodies moving in sync, every touch setting nerves ablaze, and a passionate love seemingly never-ending.

He was perfectly happy to stay this way if life would allow them to remain in a state of blissful harmony.

A/N:

I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much...& excuse me while I dive into writing the next chapter.