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A/N: For StephCalvino:
As this is my story and I can make the characters do whatever I wish them to do, they are all taking a small break from their busy lives to wish the best of health and the best future to the whole of you ;) But most of all, daddy Thorin will pull away from Eilin for a second to give you one of his heart throbbing smiles, along with as much of an expressive wink as he can master without Eilin getting on his case...hahahaha. *.*.*
One fiery whirlwind
Thorin leaned his head on his hand totally disheartened and looked at Bombur who was describing the birth of one of his sons, which almost tore his wife apart. Something that Thorin didn't want to hear at that moment. Nevertheless Bombur was completely sloshed and could barely realise the negative effect he was having on a much less intoxicated Thorin.
"Two whole days and nights my friend! She was screaming in anguish for two bloody days and I could do nothing to settle down her suffering! Thank heavens I was not attending that delivery or I would have been traumatised for life. My mates kept me rather drunk outside the doors, but I could still hear her piercing cries even through my heavy intoxication. Imagine! Bloody kid didn't want to come out!" Bombur shook his head and drank some more mead.
"I don't think Thorin needs to hear that now," Dwalin raised his brow and Durar's lips curled up knowingly.
"I don't want to hear it either and my wife's finished with all her pregnancies. You are scaring the hell out of me and out of the King," Durar raised his brow at Bombur.
"Oh, maybe I should stop then." Bombur said in a sudden realisation and a rather loud hiccup rattled his chest.
Thorin came alive then. "No, please don't stop." He said a little too eagerly.
Dwalin frowned. "You are asking for trouble it seems."
Durar laughed warmly.
Thorin shook his head. "I want to know what I am up against. I never witnessed my sister's births. Mother locked me out!"
Bombur grasped Thorin's back firmly. "It will be the best and most terrifying experience of your life. You think that facing a horde of orcs, killing Azog or decapitating the arm of the Black Easterling was disturbing?"
Thorin paled.
"Wait till you see a new life coming out of your woman's body, all bloody, kicking and screaming." Bombur chuckled.
Thorin's throat closed up tight and he picked up his mug and emptied it in one go.
Dwalin raised his brow. "No matter how much you have drunk tonight you don't seem intoxicated in the least."
Thorin pointed at Bombur. "He's making me sober up."
Durar's laugh turned into a roaring howl and his belly shook hard until his eyes filled with tears of mirth. "King of the North or not, you are no different than any first time father!"
"Seeing the almighty Thorin being overcome by his wife's pregnancy is something worth all the gems in Erebor's treasury!" Balin raised his mug in a salute that everyone apart from Thorin drank to.
Thorin filled up his mug again and when Dwalin tried to take the bottle away, he raised it and emptied it in one go also.
"Wow! Steady mate...I'd say we leave him alone because he's going to faint and his dead weight is impossible to pick up. Remember when he was wounded?" Dwalin rejoined feeling rather worried.
Ori paled. "Oh dear, I don't want to remember that. I think it was the most traumatising experience of my life."
Dori raised his brow and clasped his brother's shoulder. "Not only yours."
Bombur exhaled hard. "True, it goes hand in hand with my wife's hardest labour!"
"All of us and we still had a difficulty moving you about. Enough drinking laddie," Balin tried to take the bottle away from Thorin who resisted.
"Stand down! I'm not even close to feeling dizzy, never mind fainting. What are you talking about your troll's armpit?" -Thorin said and then raised his mug and drank a good amount out of it also. Then he wiped his beard with the back of his hand and turned to Bombur and the major point of interest. The birth of his son- "Was the boy large?"
"Well, he was rather beefy, but" -Bombur gave Thorin the once over- "None in my family is close to your size...well...height wise I mean."
Thorin closed his eyes and cupped his forehead. "That's not making me feel any better."
"Don't terrorise him! His One has a couple of months to go." Balin frowned.
Bombur refilled Thorin's mug and shook him by the shoulder. "Calm down and focus on each passing day. Now you have another difficult task. You have to handle a woman that is full of pregnancy craziness and that's a handful on it's own."
Thorin raised his brows and gave him a curt nod. "You can say that twice."
"Your job for now is to keep her calm and well rested. Let her gain strength for delivery and for the difficult days after that. Forget about panicking for her labour until the time comes." Durar chimed in wisely.
"I am doing my best." Thorin cringed already feeling overwhelmed.
Balin crossed his arms. "Are you sure you are doing your best?"
Thorin frowned. "Of course I am. What are you talking about?"
Balin gave a nod to the open doors and Thorin turned to look at a rather pissed off looking Eilin waddling quickly down the corridor. Her face was twisted in disapproval.
Dwalin leaned in. "She doesn't look calm."
Thorin's brows met with uncertainty. "Here comes my fiery whirlwind."
"Get ready to be burned." Balin raised his brows.
"But I didn't do anything." Thorin rejoined confused, but no one else had the opportunity to answer as Eilin came and stood in front of their table.
"Look at you people." She gazed around her in distaste.
"What's wrong with us?" Dwalin frowned taken aback.
"All this debauchery..." she tsk-tsked and rolled her eyes.
"Debauchery? This is just a couple of friends having some harmless fun," Dwalin rebuked and crashed his mug against Durar's. They both chuckled and drunk.
"Harmless fun, yeah right! Drinking until you become oblivious of your environment..." Eilin chided.
"Why not? Even the most prudent man needs some fun from time to time." Bombur intervened and looked around him for support.
"Especially when you have a wife and children left behind!" Eilin suddenly snapped at Bombur who swallowed his mead the wrong way and began coughing like mad.
Thorin was looking from his wife to his comrades totally bewildered. Not only the conversation of his friends about the pregnancy had truly taken him out of his comfort zone, but also Eilin's apparent anger that he was unable to comprehend at that moment.
They all looked at each other.
"All of you...well most of you have families left behind. Is it right for you to become totally pissed when you have obligations back in your homes?! Is this appropriate!?" The Queen placed her hands on her waist. She had totally overpowered the whole room with her fiery presence and had subdued every single battle-hardened warlord without any effort at all. Thorin would have been proud of her, hadn't he felt traces of irritation at this unexplained attack.
"Didn't we always drink even though we have families waiting for us back home?" Durar looked around him feeling confused. Everybody nodded, but they were all muted by the Queen's wrath.
"Well if you want to know, I believe what you are doing is wrong!" Eilin snapped.
"So what do you suggest we do my Lady?" Servin asked with a careful smile on his lips.
"I suggest that your women should eliminate these idiotic escapades and get you back home..." Eilin turned at him irritated.
"On a short lease..." -Dwalin chuckled and then turned to Thorin and looked at him amused.
Eilin's brows creased even deeper. "Instead of scaring him about his family, you should become a more supportive friend!" She spat at Dwalin.
"How will I do that then?" Dwalin raised his brow.
"First you start off by not condoning to him getting so drunk that he's unable to remember he has a wife waiting for him to return all day long!" Eilin spat vehemently.
Thorin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Wait a minute..."
Eilin placed her fists at her waist. "I am not going to wait at all! Why are you here, getting drunk when you are supposed to be in our bed at this hour?"
Balin snorted. "She reminds me so much of the way your mother handled your poor father. She had the same assertiveness on him. She was the only one who could overcome the mighty Thrain."
Thorin's nose flared.
"That happens to every man. King or pauper, they are all subdued by their woman in the end." Bombur sighed wistfully.
"You are talking as if you have never been subdued by yours, you bloody idiot!" Bofur said and everybody roared apart from Thorin.
Bofur turned to Eilin and touched her shoulder gently. "I have some gifts made for the little prince or princess in you. I gave them to Thorin, but he said I should give them to you instead. Is it a right time for me to stop you scolding our imposing King in order to offer you this petty gift?"
Eilin's shook her head trying to stop her galloping rage long enough to address Bofur. She looked at the open sack and her heart smiled timidly for a brief moment. "Oh they are beautiful. Did you make them yourself?"
Bofur nodded and his cheeks turned red.
"For me?" Eilin cupped her bosom and Thorin's eyes fell there with a raised brow.
Bofur gave her another humble nod. "I did the best I could for your child. I really like you Eilin even though I may have acted crabby a couple of times back there. I hope you can forgive my poor conduct. I never meant to be such an ass."
Everyone laughed uncomfortably, Thorin's brow went higher an inch more.
Eilin smiled widely and drew Bofur in for a hug that made Dwalin raise his brow at Thorin whose chin dropped menacingly as waves of annoyance begun rushing through his body.
"Thank you, thank you so much! Of course I have already forgiven you and I hope we can still be friends! You are the first one who approached me in this stronghold and I shall never forget that!" she rejoined and pulled back happily. Then she started going through the toys in the sack.
Bofur took of his hat and bowed. "At your services my Queen, whenever you need me. Now I am going go and hide in the back, while you continue to chide all the married men in this company."
Eilin wanted to snort at that comment, but instantly remembered the conversation of those maidens in the kitchens and all her happy disposition got blown off with the wind. She turned to Thorin who kept his steady gaze on her. Everybody around them was drinking except from him.
"Why did you stop? Aren't you going to drink with them?" she raised her brow irritated.
He shook his head slowly and pursed his lips. "Not in the mood anymore."
Her lips scrounged. "Well forgive me for messing up your mood, but if you haven't noticed I am pregnant. I am ready to pop, my back is hurting, my stomach is heavy and your child is killing me in there! It feels as if there is a bloody battle going on in my insides, my head is pounding and I am so totally angry I could cry! Where are you then instead of being next to me, helping me out? You are amidst your comrades having fun! Do you see me having fun?" she grumbled and her eyes burned.
"I saw you having fun when Bofur gave you the presents. Maybe you should keep in his company instead of mine." He hurled at her.
Bofur cringed and hid towards the back trying to get out of the King's sight.
"That is so unfair of you!" she cried and felt her eyes welling.
"Whilst you have been fair to me ever since you came in through the doors..." He let that thought trail.
She didn't reply.
He inhaled deeply and looked at his friends. "Get out of here. All of you!" He commanded.
Everyone picked up their mugs and quickly made it to the exit, happy to stay away from this royal brawl. Thorin remained seated, observing Eilin's distraught features as his friends filed out of the main doors. The guards closed them discreetly. Eilin covered her face and a sob escaped her. "I am so angry at you right now." She spat between hands that were pressing her eyes hard.
His lips turned down as he stood up and rounded the long table. Instead of going to Eilin he walked to the main doors and threw the lock on them. Then he walked purposefully and locked the side doors as well. Eilin heard the heavy clicks and drew her hands away from her face. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I am locking us in," he said calmly and walked back to her.
"Why?"
"So you won't run away from me." He said and stood in front of her at a breathing distance.
Eilin averted her eyes to his neck and she swallowed heavily. "I am so mad at you."
His fingers came up and grasped a long curly lock. He twisted it slowly around his finger and then raised his eyes to hers. "Care to tell me why you came so hard on me just now in front of everybody?"
She slapped his hand away from her hair and crossed her arms. "I told you why! I am in pain and instead of helping me out you are in here drinking."
He tilted his head on the side a little and observed her intensely. "Something that I have done several times after we ended up together."
"Not after I became pregnant." She rebuked and her angry eyes engaged his.
"Does your pregnancy get affected if I have a couple of drinks with my comrades of old?" he raised his brows calmly.
Her teeth gritted. "Yes it does! You sit here happily oblivious of my pain, being served mugs of mead again and again by your equally intoxicated friends or why not...by a shapely maiden now and again!"
Thorin's head jerked back in confusion. "Shapely maiden?"
Eilin threw her hands in the air. "Maidens!? Remember? Like me! I used to be a maiden before you planted this warrior in my belly who thinks they are partaking in a bloody war right now!"
Thorin's lips pursed.
"What is it that confuses you so?" Eilin hissed at him.
He looked at her calmly. "It's the word -shapely- that concerns me the most."
Eilin huffed and crossed her arms. She looked rather interested at a few chairs on her side, not his eyes. "Shapely indeed..."
Thorin approached and his large palm cupped the side of her neck. "More shapely than you?" he whispered.
Eilin's heart squeezed and she punched his hand away from her neck. Then she pointed disgusted down at her body. "Do you think this is shapely?!" she cried.
Thorin's brows came up surprised by her ferocity.
She raised her finger at him. "Don't even dare to start your flirty compliments about how you adore my body and it's shape. I look like a bloody cannon ball!" she hollered.
Thorin twisted his lips knowingly and gave her a soft nod. "Oh I see, so why wouldn't I admire the shapely maidens instead of you, right?"
Eilin's eyes met his quickly and they teared up instantly.
He smiled in understanding. "Truth be told your shape is so much more alluring than theirs would ever be to me."
Eilin's chest missed a heartbeat and she tried to drown a sob unsuccessfully. "What?..." she suddenly felt tackled down.
"...It is the representation of my love for you. To me the way your body looks now that it has accepted my love and has allowed it to grow, is incredibly sensual...and believe me I am not the only one who sees how beautiful you are, but many other dwarves appreciate your stunning looks also. Something that at times makes me rather uncomfortable. Bofur is the worst of them all. Do you think I felt good seeing you happier with his gifts than you were with seeing me?" Thorin said and raised his hand again to meet the side of her neck. The back of his forefinger drew a gentle path from her jawline down to her clavicle.
Her brows came together decisively. "Forget Bofur! He means nothing to me."
"It didn't seem that way when all of a sudden you forgot your wrath towards me to act all coy with him and his presents." Thorin raised his brow.
"I swear I see him only as a friend! Are you trying to twist this around? Bofur was never the point of this argument!" Eilin frowned deeply.
"Indeed...what was the point of this argument except from me getting drunk with a couple of comrades? I am just blowing off some steam Eilin before the baby arrives. What's wrong with that?" he cupped her neck gently.
"And you cannot blow off steam with me then? You have to do it with dozens of bottles, surrounded by all that testosterone while you are being served by two of the most shapely maidens of Erebor?" she hurled at him.
His brows raised in slow understanding and his lips parted. "There we go with the shapely maidens again. This one goes deeper than you simply hating me drinking, doesn't it?"
"You desire the company of your friends more than mine, aren't you? You prefer to feast your eyes on those maidens instead of coming back to our rooms to try and care for my pained and bloated body. I know that's true!" She wiped away her tears angrily.
He licked his lower lip and frowned. "So now I also resent taking care of your bloated body, is that it?"
She looked down at her hands and avoided his eyes.
"If I say you sound utterly ridiculous right now will you get even more mad?" He raised his brow.
"You cannot convince me that I am desirable to you anymore! I look bloody disgusting and don't even try to calm me down by telling me how my body is sacred because it is carrying our child. I am a woman apart from a mother and the woman in me feels damned neglected!" She met his gaze fiercely again and tears overflowed her eyes.
He swallowed a dry throat and his eyes rolled down her chin until they lingered on the deep crack of her bosom that was compressed by a rather alluring red silky pregnancy dress. "You have this so wrong, that it's bloody painful to hear."
She closed her eyes and averted her head. "The woman in me needs your attention! So what do you do instead of giving me that attention? You come here in order to enjoy the beautiful bodies of those maidens in the company of your drunk friends!"
His palm opened up to cup her neck again and his forefinger smoothed over her jawline. "I was enjoying what?" he frowned.
"Their bodies." Eilin's bottom lip trembled.
He pulled her in by the neck. "When did I do that?"
"Don't act as if you don't remember. I overheard them talking about this down at the kitchens..." she sniffled.
His mouth gifted her forehead with a gentle kiss. "So what were they saying?"
"How you were looking at them intensely. How expected that was since your wife currently is anything but beautiful. That you are a man who needs to admire shapely women and not someone who resembles Beorn! You know what Thorin? They are bloody right!" Eilin tried to pull her head away from him, but he kept her steady gently.
His lips smoothed down her temple and placed a soft kiss next to her ear. "And you believed their ramblings?"
She nodded and forced herself not to curl her fingers around his wrist as her instincts told her to do.
"Eilin I've been in a relationship twice in my life. I dedicated myself to two women in the timeline of two centuries." His lips curled up into a small smile.
Hers curled down.
"Do you comprehend how easily I could have had any woman I wished for?" his brows met as his mouth opened up to gift the side of her ear with a warm kiss that raised goosebumps on her arm.
Her lips parted.
"Yet I chose to become intimate only with two women, both of whom I wanted to marry. One whom I still intend to marry... if she wants me after all this," he allowed his breath to touch her ear and send shivers down her spine.
She was unable to stop herself. Her hand came up and curled around his wrist, keeping him there.
"Little do the petty gossips of two maidens matter to me and even less should they matter to you," he whispered.
She felt her spine curling inwards. "How can I do that, since I know that's the very thing you have been discussing with your comrades under the influence of the alcohol."
"So you heard what we were talking about?" his lips parted and his nose got buried into her hair and drew in deep whiffs of her beloved feminine scent.
"You were all laughing...I assumed you were talking about the girls..." her breath hitched when his free hand came around her waist and pulled her in. Her large bump stopped her body from touching his and she blew a whole bout of irritation through her nose.
He smiled gently and moved a little to the side until her bump was out of the way. Then his palm sailed up her spine causing her myriads of small shivers. When it reached the middle of her back he flushed her against him. "I assure you I was anything but laughing and it is a great folly to assume." His quiet tone soothed down her nerves. His hand left her earlobe and got buried under the small hair on her nape, caressing that sensitive spot softly.
Eilin's eyes closed down in delight. She wanted to hold onto her anger, but his gentle ways were starting to get through to her. "So what were you talking about?"
"Your pregnancy..." his mouth left her earlobe and pecked it's way gently to hers.
Her lips parted in anticipation without her even realising. "Of course what else would interest you in me? Only the mother..."
His brows creased, but his lips didn't hesitate to plant an open kiss at the cute hairpin of her delicious mouth. "I can't get through to you today, can I?" he whispered.
"I am not desirable to you anymore." -her eyes burned once more at the thought- "that is why you are not becoming intimate with me even though Loa gave us permission to try with care. My company to you lately is a burden, that is why you chose the company of your friends...and other women."
"I don't even know who these women are! If you brought them in front of me I wouldn't recognise them." His hot breath caressed her skin.
Her fingers pressed his wrist, but she remained silent.
"So you have deduced that I am keeping away from any intimacy because I don't desire you, not because I want to respect your pregnancy and all those various aches and pains you are always talking about, right?" he spoke calmly as his soft lips lingered over hers. Caressing hers with each word he uttered.
She shook her head. "How can you desire me...look at me..."
"I am looking at you and you are bewitching my mind" -his lips moved above hers softly and her stomach twisted deliciously. His mouth captured her bottom lip gingerly and her breath caught- "I am tasting you and you are capturing all my senses."*
A small exhalation of bliss escaped her and her hands acquired a mind of their own. They overlooked her brewing anger and climbed up to his biceps until they found a steady grasp on his shoulders...and there they remained enjoying the tight muscles under her palms.
His hand sailed away from her back and rounded playfully up to her ribs until it could burrow under her armpit. That is when they both froze and held each other's gaze, calculating the dynamics. She felt her lips curling upwards involuntarily. "Don't you dare..." she warned.
"Never..." he scrounged his lips and then his finger tickled her. She yelped and tried to twist out of his grasp.
"No! Thorin no...!" she cried and laughed uncontrollably.
His strong hands grabbed her under the armpits, picked her off the ground and flushed her against him as her laughter filled up the silent cavern. He cupped her cheek and spoke over her lips. "You have the misconception that I care how round you are turning out to be? You are carrying my child. The thought of your naked body alone is enough to fire me up, but I am doing the best I can to respect your pregnancy Eilin. I desire you more than all the treasure of Erebor. All those times you offered me pleasure weren't proof enough of my insatiable need for you?"
"It was, but you never initiated intimacy with me...I was always doing all the work." She whispered and her arms wrapped behind his nape keeping him close to her.
"Because I didn't want to hurt you, don't you get it?" His lips rested upon hers for a few moments.
"I am trying to accept that, but I cannot. I love that you are respecting my pregnancy, but I need you Thorin and if I feel that you don't need me, then there is an imbalance." Her features became intense.
He blew a whole bout of annoyance upon her cheek and reached out to taste the soft ridges of her lips. "Can you shut up for a moment?" he spoke in a hushed tone and asked gently for entrance in the soft wetness of her mouth.
She wanted to chide him more, she wanted him to reassure her with words that he desired her and not those maidens, but his mouth made it very hard for her to concentrate on what bothered her the most at that moment. There was no doubt that she would finally give in to his gentle probing. It was a lost game for her from the moment he pulled her inwards and enfolded her in his arms. She didn't want to allow him to soothe her down with a couple of kisses and then send her on her merry way like he always did. She clawed his nape fiercely and his lips parted allowing a painful moan to escape into her mouth. He frowned down at her. "Now you are out to offer me pain?" He asked gently.
"No, I am out to show you my intentions..." She whispered at him with a hoarse voice full of insinuation.
He smiled and leaned down to explore her mouth tenderly at first causing her eyelids to feel heavy as her fingers traced his bearded jawline, but Eilin's abstinence had gathered rivers of desire behind her constricted countenance. She didn't want him to go slow on her and she certainly didn't want him to stop. Her lust for him was so unbearable that it began oozing out in sizzling waves when she felt his tongue dancing around hers in skilful pirouettes of passion. A playful hand left his nape and decided to claw his deltoid above his tunic, delighting on his muscles clenching underneath. His palm planed slowly past her ribs and she inwardly prayed that he wouldn't stop like always. So she decided to voice it. "Don't stop."
She felt his lips curling up as his mouth became once more insistently dominant on hers. Then his large palm brushed the side of her swollen breast gently and her whole body came to attention as she prayed silently for him to grope her. He kept her there precariously longing for him to do more as his mouth related to her that his intentions this day might be a little more than a means to soothe down her anger. Her nails dragged on his skin, picking up his tunic along the way, making a tight fist out of it and she released his mouth in order to burrow under his chin. Her insatiable hunger for him materialised as her soft lips opened up to allow her rough teeth to draw in a large patch of his skin sucking it greedily.
He reciprocated exactly as she had wished, by opening up his palm and rudely cupping her breast with an animalistic groan of gratification.
She mewled thrilled on his neck and siphoned his skin so hard, yearning to leave a purple love bite on him as a testament for those maidens that this gorgeous man belonged to her...for life. He whispered something unintelligible to her as her keen lapping had left his whole left side numb and his knees weak. His hand cupped the back of her head keeping her there, yearning to feel her teeth grazing on his skin roughly and a hiss of pleasure echoed near her ear, sending a wave of thrill down her spine that ended up between her legs. That warmth in her core got even more pronounced when his hand mauled her breast several times before he murmured something that resembled anger towards Eilin's heavy golden embroidered vest.
"What?" she panted on his hot skin.
"Too many clothes between us..." he stuttered as Eilin's visceral need made her move to the other side of his neck with the same aching longing to eat him up.
His inability to feel her breast above all that clothing was making him steam up fast and his fingers grazed the naked skin of her bosom. When the image of Bofur pressing Eilin's bosom on his chest returned to him, Thorin felt his jealousy flaring up and he became mad towards that provocative cleavage and decided that he wanted to ravage it. He pulled her breast above the hard material of her vest, until her nipple was peeking out timidly. His fingers tunnelled through her hair and pulled her away from his neck with a roughness he was barely able to control. He expected her moan to be that of pain, but was pleasantly surprised when he heard undertones of passion hidden in her mewls and his fingers twisted into her mane with ferocity. Another hot objection came from her, but it didn't last long as the wetness of his mouth engulfed her taut peak.
He felt the strong shudder of pleasure rippling through her body and hummed on her breast making her arch up to him, searching for more contact. The slick muscle of his mouth twirled that peak around it's wet hotness until Eilin's body convulsed, consumed by her desire for him. One hand kept her flushed on his body while the other came behind her back to untie the strings of her vest.
"What are you doing?" she stammered as his hungry mouth left her buzzing nipple and planted dozen of kisses across her chest, until it could meet her other neglected breast.
"I am getting you naked." He rejoined flatly and his hand pulled the string free until the vest fell defeated between their legs. She shivered when the coldness of the air hit the warmness of her aroused skin.
"Tell me you aren't doing this to soothe down my fears. Tell me you want it as much as I want it." she whispered.
"I lust after you like mad. Now am I allowed to get my wife naked in order to have my filthy ways with her?" His hand found the hem of her silk dress and burrowed under it offering her large stomach a gentle caress that send all her hair in attention and her body awareness into perplexed embarrassment. His actions showed her how much he desired her, yet feeling him caress her bump made her highly sheepish. He smiled down at her truly amused. "Oh, you hate this..." He whispered.
She opened up her mouth to explain, but he didn't allow her the time. His hand left her baby bump quickly and skimmed the underside of her breast. He looked down at her lustily, as her eyes closed and her teeth captured her bottom lip in anticipation. A soft knowing smile formed on his mouth as his fingers traced around her peak a few times, delighting in the way her skin was rippling with goosebumps. "But you do love this..." He deducted with a hoarse voice that send a wave of need down her core.
She nodded stupidly. "Be truthful Thorin. Doesn't the sight of my naked body turn you off?" she whispered and tried to find his eyes, which were adoring the luscious lump of her breast that was hiding under the silky material and the outline of his fingers as he kneaded it gently.
He heard her question, but his throat had grown dry by the hardness of her nipple that was grazing his scarred palm. When his fingers pinched it gently she responded with a throaty exhalation and a stomach that was pooling with scorching heat. He opened his mouth and ate hers almost ravenously. She had no choice but to allow him all dominance as her body was riddled with small eruptions of bliss by what his hand was doing to her breast and what his mouth was relating to hers. He wanted to show her what she was doing to him with actions, not with words. His free hand reached up to grasp hers tightly. Then he led it firmly down his stomach until her fingers could trace his substantial erection above his trousers. He pulled back panting and she met the fire in his eyes with equal ardour. "You made me this hard, not the shapely maidens. It's you I want to devour. Not them..." his voice dropped and Eilin's insides melted just from his tone alone, never mind the words that send her mind reeling into the void.
Her fingers demanded to feel him above the rough leather and a stream of lava flowed between her legs. "I missed you so much..." she whispered.
"Oh, I missed you too...you have no idea," he frowned and his eyes were glazed with a raunchiness that only assisted Eilin's internal void to become more painful. Just as she was getting ready to undress him, he pushed away from her suddenly.
"What are you doing?" she felt unstable on her feet without his solid presence to keep her aloft. Now that her stomach was full of butterflies and her heart was drumming so hard it was ready to flee her chest she didn't feel secure without him holding her.
He unbuckled his wide belt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Then his vest and tunic followed until he was half naked across from her. His eyes gave her body such a thirsty look that her internal muscles squeezed with the desperate need to clench that thirst for him. After so many months of patient dryness she was flooded with desire. Her eyes rolled up and down his torso and lingered on his multiple wounds, but especially on the one that took his life. She swallowed dryly and caressed her jawline until her teeth captured her finger.
He felt his mouth watering. "Don't do that." He frowned.
Her eyes left his scarred torso and captured his. "Don't do what?"
His throat convulsed. "That thing you do with your finger."
A small knowing smile appeared on the corner of her well kissed lips. "Oh, you mean this?" she asked teasingly and looked at all the expressions that paraded from Thorin's eyes as she sucked her finger in. Then her eyes looked at the muscles of his forearms and stomach constricting. When she understood how much this was affecting him she stepped off her boots, but didn't make any attempts to take off her airy dress. She kept rolling her tongue around her finger seductively, while her other hand picked up the soft material of the dress, revealing her smooth thigh to his ravenous eyes. She moved the material up slowly, enjoying the tension on the muscles of his neck and the way his jawline flexed when she revealed her firm breast to him. "You like that?" she cooed.
He swallowed heavily and his eyes left her breast with difficulty in order to meet hers. He remained tensely silent.
"Maybe you'd like this more?" she smirked shamelessly and her fingers trapped her peak and twirled it, to his delight. She allowed her chest to release a heavy moan that echoed in the cavern indecently and closed her eyes, wanting to show him how much she was enjoying to touch her own body. She was enraptured by how much she could affect him and she wanted to see how far she could push him before he came undone for her. She longed for the manifestation of his need for her body. She cracked her eyes slightly open in order to admire his face in rapture and then made another bold move by allowing her hand to leave the wetness of her lips and sail south until it got buried between her legs. She squeezed her womanhood tight, trying to forget the large bump hovering above it and bit her lower lip. "This one needs you...a lot..." she murmured and looked at him invitingly.
She heard the low predatory growl across from her and her body tensed in anticipation a mere moment before he engulfed her. His strong arms picked her up easily and she wrapped her legs around his waist as much as her stomach allowed her. His mouth found it's way to her neck and he took a mouthful of her sensitive skin between his teeth. The shock of that sensation made her arch and cry out in pleasure. She delighted in the warmth of his body and mouth enclosing her from every direction. Just before he set her upon the dining table, his mouth lapped the base of her neck so hard that her body erupted in almost violent goosebumps. Her nipples became so taut, they ached when he pulled the cleavage of her dress under them. Then he released her bruised neck in order to devour her peaks, making them send echoes of unbearable desire to her already burning core.
She rocked against him, needing to feel his weighty arousal offering some form of relief to her desperate womanhood. Her creamy need had soaked her airy underwear and she felt them sticking uncomfortably on her, but she didn't dare pull away from him. Now that she had him between her legs, half naked and drunk with the aroma of her skin she wanted to seduce him until he gave in for her. Each time she rocked on him he responded with equal fervour, until finally he abandoned her well lapped breasts in order to look straight into her eyes. The hunger she saw in them was almost animalistic.
She expected him to attack her mouth with another ravenous and dominating kiss, but instead he pushed her down to the table. His hands lifted up her dress from the hem and kept her legs open as he kneeled down in front of her. Just knowing that he was looking at her most intimate part was enough to set her mind unable for any logical process. Her hands grasped the edge of the table for support and her toes curled inwards in expectation. When she felt his lips coasting on the inside of her thigh she moaned out loud and threw her head back. When his tongue came out to lap her generously on the sensitive skin of her inner upper thigh she bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood. When his hands touched her underwear she held her breath expecting him to pull them down her legs carefully, but instead her eyes flew open and she released a surprised cry when he tore them apart. "Oh hell..." she hissed as the cold air felt unwelcome upon her dripping channel, but that didn't last long as the warm wetness of his mouth engulfed the most sensitive part of her body and of her soul at the same time.
"Don't start this unless you finish it..." she stuttered and felt the world melting around her.
He pulled back slightly in order to answer with a deep voice that resonated through her insides. "Oh, I do intend to finish it...hard..." He hummed right onto her core and she convulsed unwillingly under him.
After that Eilin remembered little of what obscenities she uttered as she urged him to never stop what he was doing. The moment his slick tongue reached out to twirl gently around her core all caution was thrown out of the window and he forgot all about protecting her pregnant body from harm. All he wanted to do now was see her pregnant body twist and bend under the immense pleasure his mouth was offering. He wanted her to finally realise how much he desired her and how difficult this sacrifice had been for him during this time of forced celibacy.
As for poor Eilin with him buried between her thighs she had little chance of holding onto her sanity. She half cursed, half begged him as he lapped her mind out of order. She moaned and opened up her legs wide for him in a signal of surrender and felt the climatic bliss she longed for so much, galloping quickly towards her, under his skilful handling. Just as her body tensed and arched, ready to abandon everything for him, her mind stepped in and stopped her. She raised a hand and grabbed a fistful of his thick mane, pulling him up.
He looked at her through a glaze of carnal lust that made her internal muscles quiver. Her lower body slowed down with a clench of regret as her orgasm pulled back. "Not like this Thorin...I need you...please." She whispered and their eyes engaged intensely.
He frowned and stood up. His fingers hooked under one knee and pulled it up until her calf was thrown above his shoulder. Then his mouth opened up to suck on her knee cap with a slow sensuality that made Eilin's heart skip a beat. The contrast of his soft wet tongue and the roughness of his beard on that new spot caused a thundering sensation in her that send waves of heat into her lower stomach. "I don't want to hurt you," his lips parted.
"For the sake of my sanity don't stop now Thorin, I beg you." She said and her nails clawed the centre of his chest, exactly on the tattoo that he had made for her.
His eyes seared into hers with a heat that echoed deep into her heart as his hand fumbled with his trousers. Just looking at him offering her such a eloquent stare...just hearing him lowering his trousers...just knowing that he was positioning himself was enough for her toes to curl inwards in expectation and for her breath to get trapped into her chest. When his weighty arousal plunged into her scorching heat it felt like a waft of fresh air blew through leafs in a warm summer's day. A long drawn, throaty exhalation of relief emptied from her chest and she felt weightless.
Eilin felt no pain, but an overpowering sexual desire to draw him in deeper and keep him there forever. Her muscles squeezed him tight and his response was a rough bite on her knee cap. She mewled words that meant nothing more than her gratification as he filled up every void in her body, physical and emotional with this single swoop. She searched blindingly for him, needing to touch him. His fingers stippled through hers and he used their joined hands to keep the thigh that was not hanging from his shoulder wide open. A deep groan she couldn't have ever stopped erupted from her chest as he began a series of deep thrusts that blew fog over every single thought in her mind. She had missed his body filling her up so wholesomely that tears edged her eyes. She pulled herself on him, drawing him deeper and saw the muscles on his face melting and his eyes closing. The back of her knee hooked hard on his shoulder and the other leg locked behind his hips and the depth of his penetration made her eyes roll to the back of her head. She leaned her head back and released a succession of lusty whimpers that followed the pattern of a steadily seductive rhythm that he set for both of them. She felt at home once again, abandoning her body to his care and knowing that he would surely lead her over the edge as he had done so many times before.
She had already been worked up to near orgasm a few moments ago by his mouth and the way his body was grinding against hers in that particular position was making her regain the depth of her previous ecstasy fast. Even though she was used to him controlling the game for both till the end and she felt secure of his unwavering control, this time something was askew. His steady plunges began shifting to a more hard and deep pounding that declared a demand out of him she hadn't seen for a very long time. She opened her eyes slightly and felt her body being pushed upwards with each hard lunge. His partial loss of control assisted in spreading unexpected pathways of pleasure all over her lower body and the cavity of her chest released loud throaty exhalations in response to this change. She didn't remember ever seeing him lose control over their intimate encounters and she delighted that this rare effect on him was caused by her body...by her pregnant body. Her chest filled up with all the love she had for him and her eyes welled when she understood how much this meant not only to her, but also to him.
"Don't...stop..." she heaved and gritted her teeth against the sensations that began coming down to her like cannon balls with each deep thrust, but she was not the only one who was losing it and fast.
This time he was losing control fast also. Even though he always secretly praised his ability to last long enough to please a woman repeatedly, this time it was not so easy for him. Seeing Eilin spread open for him like that, with her firm breasts rocking and her dress gathered around her midsection was enough to make him lose every single inch of restraint. Watching her hair spread like a red blanket upon the dining table, covering plates and mugs and her lips parted to allow soft mewls of pleasure to echo in the cavern was enough to drive him mad with lust. Looking mesmerised at her neck flushing from the heat that engulfed her body and her chest undulating fast was enough to unhinge him. He unhooked her leg from his shoulder and pulled her foot to his mouth hungry to taste it. When he bit her instep her groan was so deep it echoed into his very soul. His hips released all his sexual frustrations for her in a series of thrusts that elevated her voice a tone higher. The louder her voice, the quicker his pace, until he could feel the fire inside screaming to be released deep into her burning heat. He tried to stop himself from erupting and to wait for her release first. He tried to think of something ugly, something nasty, something to pull his orgasm back, but it was simply impossible. One look at Eilin's face in ultimate ecstasy was enough to send him careening to the edge of the world. The feel of her boiling wetness milking him was enough to destroy his iron will. He closed his eyes knowing that there was no turning back for him now and he prayed that he would last long enough to please her...just a little bit more...
Eilin saw it in his face and felt it deep inside her. She knew he was close and even though she was almost there too at that moment all her priorities shifted. She looked lovingly at his face and longed to see him come undone as unhindered as he looked now. She wanted to delight at his unstoppable desire for her and tensed her hips swallowing him whole.
"I love you Thorin." He whispered.
His response was a harsh cry of release and a pair of rough teeth on her shin that made her jerk violently. She fought to keep her eyes on him...to feast on the utter expression of rapture on his face and knew she was about to touch her own light. His hard thrusts as he emptied himself in her and above all the look on his face, were mercifully enough to push her off the edge. She felt an animalistic groan tearing through her chest and her teeth broke the skin of her lower lip. Her body clenched and quivered uncontrollably and his trembling arms tried hard to keep her aloft. They clutched onto each other as their bodies rode down their joined release for several breathless moments.
He leaned his head onto her belly and tried to stop his body from shaking too hard. It took him long to gain the ability to speak again as his mouth lingered open and hot above her quivering stomach. "Calm down...please please calm down", he begged, whiplashing her skin with his panting exhalations as her chest trembled and shook with the reminders of her explosive release.
She snorted and giggled blissfully under him. "I don't want to calm down! I want to enjoy every inch of bliss you have given me!" she grabbed onto to him tightly, not allowing him to pull away.
His palms smoothed over her bump gently trying to make sure that her fierce convulsions had now stopped. "Did you calm down?" he whispered.
She felt a few final precious tremors galloping through her body and she wrapped herself around him. "I feel perfect. Don't you dare stay away from me this long, ever again. Pregnancy or not, I need you Thorin..." she murmured close to his ear and his body exploded with goosebumps.
"If this didn't trigger your labour I don't know what will." He sounded more worried than regretful.
"Maybe if we tried this a couple of times more, my labour will end up being easier," she said and closed her eyes with a smile of utter bliss.
His forefinger skimmed down her cheek. "I almost didn't manage to please you this time." His voice held a shadow of shame in it.
She beamed up to him lovingly. "I felt your loss of control and I absolutely adored it!"
He nestled his chin between her breasts and offered her a coy smile that warmed up her stomach. "This happened because I don't desire you..."
She chuckled and closed her eyes. "Fine you win! Your performance today settled down all my doubts."
"I hope we didn't cause any harm to the babies though..." he reached down and caressed her growing belly with his rough palm.
"Babies? It is not yet certain they are twins." She opened up her eyes to find his affectionate stare caressing her soul.
He raised his brow. "Nothing wrong with hoping is there?"
Her lips curled up in a bright smile. "You'd like us to have twins?"
He nodded gently and drew her up. He enfolded her in a firm hug that she reciprocated fiercely. As she rested her head on his shoulder, his hand came between her legs to check for any traces of blood. "I'd like to have as many children with you as Mahal will bless us with."
She chuckled and pushed his sweaty hair aside in order to kiss his warm neck. "You don't intend to allow me to rest at all then?"
He shook his head and sighed in relief when he saw that she was clean. He reached up and wrapped his big palms behind her head protectively. Then he placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "I will love you fully each and every time, unless you command me otherwise. I hope that blesses us with more children."
Her arms squeezed him tight. "Then I shall never command you of such a thing, because I'd love for us to have a big family!"
He smirked and wiped some sweat away from her brow. "Even though your body is changing, it's becoming undesirable and you are going through so many aches and discomfort?"
She closed her eyes and snuggled against him. "If you are next to me, none of these things will matter to me. I am willing to go through this as many times as the Gods bless us with."
He smiled and kissed her temple. A deep exhalation of solace caressed the side of her head. "No matter how amazing I feel with you right now, I cannot help but worry about how upset you had been with me before."
Her lips scrounged. "If you had listened to these girls in the kitchens you would have gotten upset also. One of them was almost swearing you were about to take her as your mistress."
He inhaled deeply and frowned. "Do you know what having a One means Eilin?"
She tensed in his arms and closed her eyes tight.
"Dwarves don't break marriages my love. We don't have mistresses, we don't fool around." -He frowned slightly upon remembering Nyrthrasir- "At least the majority of us don't have our moral compass askew. I don't know what you have experienced in that tavern, but this is not the way of my kin. When we chose our One, we devote our lives to them till death. As for my case and the two times I was given the opportunity to love...I really don't know how that happened. Maybe it is because I died and I was offered another opportunity in life and love. I have eyes for no one else, but you. No matter how much your body changed now or will change in the future I will always be hungry for it. Our souls are forever bonded, remember? What is happening between is far above the physical realm my beloved." He spoke gently while caressing her belly.
"I know." She agreed feeling very humbled by this intense experience with him today, but above all by his words.
"That shall never change. My soul is devoted to you and our family. I don't care what any maiden says about me behind my back. This kind of frivolous nonsense had been happening to me ever since I was a young boy..."
"Dis told me." Eilin's lips tilted up as she felt thoroughly sated, loved and comforted.
"I never gave any notice to these silly gossips. They mean nothing to me and the women spreading them mean even less. Similar gossips are being spread about you if you should know. Everywhere you hear Dwarves weaving poems about your beauty and about their ability to be better suitors for you."
She frowned and pulled back. "Who says such things?"
His finger came up to trace her sharp eyebrow and lingered on the goose-trail of her eyes. "My whole kingdom sings about your charm and your compelling appeal. There isn't only one Dwarf that would have wanted to be in my stead."
She snorted and shook her head. "I don't care about them."
A lopsided smile formed on his lips. "As I don't care about these maidens. Do you understand now?"
She exhaled and closed her eyes. "I do my love. I am sorry for acting so erratically before."
"I've been warned about all this from my friends, don't worry. Your pregnancy makes your emotions run amok." he raised his brow.
"Oh, so that is what they have been doing! Warning you about how difficult I can become...great!" she sounded annoyed, but in reality she was anything but.
"Don't turn mad again. They were just trying to help me, although I must admit they were doing it rather crudely. I am a fast learner though, worry not. I took in every single bit of advice they offered." He smirked down at her.
"I am jealous of this camaraderie between you and your comrades," a sad tone echoed in her melodic voice.
"Don't you have the same support from Dis, Loa, Rhiannon and of course little Lis?" he asked her quietly.
She cuddled on him and nodded. "Yes, I do you are right..ouch!" she grumbled then and grabbed her belly.
"Tell me you are not going into labour!" he looked shocked down at her.
"Did you feel that?" she looked up at him with wide eyes.
"I sure as hell did...that was a mighty kick." He said hesitantly.
"Told you it feels like there is a battle going on in there sometimes." She caressed her stomach and then settled against his chest once more, needing to hear his strong heartbeat giving her solace.
"Do you think we bothered our child with what we did?" he sounded so earnestly shameful that her heart welled.
"You sound dreadfully embarrassed!" she noted.
"I am." He admitted.
Her palms smoothed down his back and delighted at the softness of his skin above the roundness of his muscles. "I don't think our child understood what we did, but maybe it felt my release."
Thorin's hand pulled her under his chin and he exhaled hard in her mane. "Don't like the sound of that." He cringed.
She kissed his chest and her hand came around to caress protectively the large scar on his abdomen. "Hush now. I am sure our child approves of us loving each other. Shall I fix your mood with some food?"
He looked down at her confused. "You cooked for me?"
She nodded and scrounged her lips to him. "Hmmm..let's say I made a pair of shapely maidens cook your favourite stew...which they failed to do correctly on the first try."
He raised his brow. "Oh, the mighty Queen got her revenge. What did you make them do then?" He asked and sounded happily proud of her.
"Made them throw it away...thrice." -She smirked playfully- "And then labour for it again a fourth time, which was pretty satisfactory."
His chest rumbled with an honest laughter and she rejoiced in it. "Pity I missed that!"
She snorted and kissed his chest. "They did the job in the end."
His face mellowed down and his finger touched gently the side of her lips. "Come to think of it...why did you go to the kitchens in the first place? Loa is taking care of that for us."
Her lips kissed the ball of his finger. "I went there with the intention of cooking for you...before deciding to punish these insolent women."
"You wanted to cook for me even though you are going through such discomfort?" He frowned at her.
"Yes." She smiled sweetly at him.
He found that action of hers so affectionate that he leaned down to captivate her lips in a gentle kiss that filled her stomach with butterflies and his back with goosebumps. When he finally drew back she was looking at him dazed. "Thank you." He whispered.
"I'll cook for you all the time if you allow me. I love taking care of you."
"Then please do..." he offered her a dazzling smile and they kissed again. They kissed long and hard before he allowed her to lead him to the empty by then kitchens in order to share with him a stew that was brewed by her jealousy along with a severe dose of love.
A/N:
* Small easter egg for any Harry Potter fans out there.
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