Chapter 31 sexy bits

Not giving her a chance to say more, I back the woman up against a large stone before claiming her throat again. Her pulse thrums beneath my lips but it isn't enough. She isn't ready yet and I must get her there before the curse determines that it doesn't matter. Grasping her behind one knee, I lift her leg out of the water and wrap it round my waist. She let's out a gasp as my fingers find her core and quickly begin preparing her. She is wet, soaked in fact, but it is from the spring and will only aid her slightly in taking me without adding her own juices.

The impulse rips at my loins, shredding my calm by the moment and I do not believe I will be able to wait for her to be ripe to take her if I do not hurry. Just the feel of her twitching around my fingers is enough to cloud the water with the evidence of my arousal. I try, for her I try, but it is a losing battle. Dropping her leg, I do not stop moving my fingers within her as I speak against her ear roughly.

"Turn."

"I-I-"

I can not wait for her to comply, thus without removing my digits from her, I physically lift and turn the woman to face the stone. Her hands help brace her weight readily as I run my palm across the arkenstone etched into her skin; so fine even I can not believe it is a tattoo. Dropping my gaze, I watch the magic of my glistening fingers disappear and reappear from her with jealousy; comforting myself with knowing that it will not be long until she and I are truly joined.

Pulling the digits free, I place a hand on Thia's back to keep her still and use the other to line myself with her moist cavern. I pray for patience and strength as I meet her warmth with a hiss. Even so, easing the mushroomed head into my wife slowly is all the patience I am granted. The moment it glides past her delicate folds, I can not help but to buck into her as deeply as I can manage.

"Ah!" she cries out, bowing her back as I settle snugly into her with a groan "Th-that-"

"I am sorry." rubbing a hand along her back to make the attempt to soothe my One, I whisper against her ear even as I repeat the initial action. The compulsion is all consuming and I will not forgive the swine for forcing me to cause Thia any discomfort in our love making. I call calamity on his name even as my head falls back at her tightness. My words slur as though I am drunk from the wine of her body but I try to reassure her "Please... Just try... Relax..."

"I am b-but-" pulling myself out of her burning center only to plunge back into the vacated place causes a roar of pleasure to echo in my ears. It drowns out the softer sounds from the beautiful creature beneath me. Gods, I missed her "Please, Thorin. S-stop for a minute. Please? I don't like this..."

"Thia... I can not." Grinding my teeth, I hold on to the discomfort in her voice to give pause to the raging inferno in my loins. My will and lust battle but it is hardly worth the word with the compulsion eating at me. Stopping is not possible. Curses with a thousand tongues, but I'm sure I'd die if I do not have her now "I can not..."

"Then slow down... please. It... It hurts when you do... It... That way..."

Her inability to articulate the act as well as her physically attempting to recoil from my body does not dissuade me from wanting to take her as roughly as I please. The compulsion fans a flame in my belly that I doubt my little wife is aware even exists as I sink into her once more. Thia is so delicate that I must always treat her like glass when I touch her but the trickster has damaged that control.

Perhaps he wished to hurt her. Perhaps he desired to see me brought low. Perhaps he was simply being cruel. All I know in this moment is that she is hot, wet, and mine. I can have her in any number of ways, as is my right as her husband and king, even if she does not agree. A child of a strange world with stranger views, I have long since realized that the women of her land are granted for more leniency than they are here. A woman from her land has the power, legal standing even, to refuse her husband... That is not the case here, though enacting that right is something I know would end poorly with my wife.

Yes, I want her and yes, I can take her... but I want her to want me even more than that. I want her withering one ecstasy, not pain, beneath me. I want her voice to tremble as she screams my name from the intensity of release, not fear. I can do that, even with this inferno within me.

It takes everything I have to slow the pistoning of my hips to an easier pace for her. Ever so slowly, I feel my sanity being eaten away by the lecherous lust and the slow steady motions quickly become more painful than pleasurable for me. Her muscles coil around my length like a seductive python: Welcoming me in when I push forward and begging me to stay when I pull out but I must endure.

It pays off. Ever so slowly, Thia's whines of discomfort gradually become breathless huffs of air. I thank the gods above for it because I believe my mind may simply fall free of my head if I keep the pace any longer.

Trying once more for patience, I pull myself almost completely free of her and nearly come undone at the sight of her arousal coating my length. Her passage clenches and suckles at the tip of my sword, pleading to be fed, and I give into my desires once more. Thankfully she is prepared this time and does not ask me to stop.

"O-ok. Better." focusing on her pleasure is the simplest way to bring her up to speed and even through the fog in my mind, I quickly pinpoint which motions aid in doing so "Ah! Right there! Thorin, right there!"

"Louder, Thia. I want this entire forest to hear you."

Sliding my hands around her trim waist, I set a pace that would have my One battered against the rock at her front if I hadn't a hold on her. I watch in amazement as I slide into her so perfectly, only interrupted by the water's surface. Lifting her hips out of the water for a better view, her slickness dribbles out of her like a dream. I feel it as it slips tantalizing down my length before dropping off to meet the larger waves and ripples caused by our vigorous movements. The sounds of our wet flesh against each other, encourages me to ensure that she will be unable to walk tomorrow. 'With what needs to be discussed by that cursed 'fellowship' it is best that she be unable to be up and about.' With the compulsion and my mind in agreement, rendering my chosen mate incapable of standing on her own becomes my goal for the night.

"Oh!"

Without forewarning, and seeming to surprise even her, my One reaches her pinnacle on my staff. Pride runs through me at knowing that without even touching her, I can please my woman. I take it as a blessing as I grip her shoulder to pull her firmly against my lap. Arching her back encouragingly, I impale her soft flesh again and again until a sudden tightness in my belly nearly rips me asunder. Pushing into the woman as deeply as I am able, I clutch at her in both shock and relief as my completion nearly blinds me with its intensity.

"Mahal, Thia!"

Without my consent, I release myself with a force that rocks me on my feet with its grandeur. It leaves me breathless and leaning heavily on my wife and our claimed stone for support. Having been left on edge for hours, my hand could bring me high but never to completion, I am relieved.

Thrusting shallowly a few times to simply enjoy the slickness of our coupling, I grin softly as Thia shivers when I regrettably slide free of her. Breathing heavy, I aim to apologize for my rough treatment but as I drop my gaze to the water as I step away from her, my words falter. My sword leaps back to life as my seed slips from my wife, coating her inner thighs with the substance. Quickly turning her to face me once more, I rain kisses on her face as I step between her legs again.

"Thorin you are so lucky I like y- Oh!"

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I easily slip back into her body. Her breasts bounce with every drive of my hips and I carry on with gusto. Feeling that she is still sensitive from her first release, I know Thia's second is coming rapidly despite her confusion.

I can not gather my wits about me to explain what is occurring, yet Thia, the perfection that was made for me, understands the needs both unspoken and demanded. She will give me hell for it tomorrow but I silently thank her for aiding me tonight.

Accepting that she will not get away, Thia wraps her arms around my neck and allows me free reign to pump into her as fast and hard as I'd like. And thanks to the thrice damned compulsion, I do. Both our previous releases provide ample lubrication, such in fact that I must increase the force of my pelvis against hers to reach that blessed goal again. And again. And again.

Three times Thia scores my back with her nails and three times she falls off the edge of oblivion before I believe we have reached our finale. Both exhausted from our prolonged activities, she can barely roll her hips to meet my insistent thrusts as I lazily nip at her throat. She strokes my back and coos encouragements lightly, seeming to know might fears without my voicing them.

"It's alright. I'm alright. We are alright. I'm not going anywhere. We still have to punish that stupid dwarf for cursing you, after all. " I am half sure that her sleepy sweet nothing's are simply for my sake, making me appreciate them more. She shivers slightly, a combination of the cool water and the lovemarks I litter onto her throat. She returns them with plenty of her own beneath my ear "Almost..."

"Tell me where." The demand is soft. I already know where I'd like to release but I want to hear her say it "Tell me where, Thia."

"... Not inside... again." turning her face from me with a blush, my wife becomes very interested in the trees "I've taken something but... We shouldn't tempt it."

"Thia..." I do not beg but hope she feels my desire even so. I know she does not wish to become with child but the idea of pulling from her prematurely tears me up inside, especially if precautions have already been taken. Even without this curse its... wrong. Grasping her breast and rolling her nub between my fingers, I caress the mark on her chest with my tongue. Rolling my hips, I watch as the mark glow brightly in comparison to the dull pulse of the dark writing across her ribs "It's has already happened three... four perhaps, times tonight. Once more will make no defense."

"You don't know ah- th-that..."

"Just for tonight?"

Catching her gaze, I tremble in need but hold steady to await her answer. While filling her with my seed was unintentional, or rather in lack of thought for, in our previous couplings tonight, I am well aware and in control of my actions now. It would be folly to force this on her.

It takes her but a moment to give her consent and with a grin, I begin moving within her once more. Having been prepared more than enough, she easily opens up for me. I do not abhor making love to my wife, the opposite is true. I would simply prefer to do it on our own terms. How else can I tease her with her release, only to hold it at bay so we may fall together?

"Tell me where."

"Thorin, I'm not saying that." She whispers her refusal in a strained voice even as she throbs around me in excitement and her nails threaten to pierce my flesh again "Its... embarrassing. I couldn't say something so dirty."

"If it is you, my One, then I do not mind being filthy." kissing her deeply, I press my forehead against hers and refuse to let her look away "I want to finish deep inside of you as your own ending bathes me so when I finally release you, you'll feel us for times to come. I love the feel it. You love it too, I know that you do. The way you sound when I'm so deep, you could taste me if you tried, leaves nothing but approval. I want to hear you tell me I can. Tell. Me. Where."

"... Right here."

Pushing her face into my throat, Thia drops one of her hands between us. It trembles as it rests on the ring of muscles that binds me to her but I can feel her thrill roaring louder than her embarrassment. 'It is too much.' With a growl of success, I spread her legs eagle simply so I may watch myself sink into her time and time again. She cries out in pleasure and surprise with each thrust as it pushes deeper into her. More evidence of our time together slips from her and I vow to fill my wife with more than she could ever lose. To coat her with my essence so there would be no doubt who she belongs to: Me. For she is mine. My lover. My wife. My treasure. 'And a person who is not an object to be owned.' I allow myself the reminder, lest I fall to gold sickness over my own wife... Again. Shaking my head of the thoughts is an easy feat as I feel the coil of release tighten in my belly and I aim to finish us both.

"Now?"

"Not yet...

N-now?

"Mahal, I love you..."

"Thori- Ah!"

"Agh!"

No matter how many times I empty myself into her, it is an amazing and worthwhile experienced. Thia tenses under the influence of her own completion; her body accepting my own and returning it with hers twice over. Pinning her between my weight and the rock, I remain connected with my wife as we come down from our highs. It is a wonderfully slow process before I gently pulling my still hard member from her hungry warmth, I will severely punish Longarm for this.