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Chapter 13

"Admitting Fears and Joys"

Thorin pulled back as if Torshar had slapped him across the face with a frying pan, "Forgive me… I should have told you of my feelings before acting on them…"

"No, Thorin… Forgive me… The nightmare keeps flashing through my mind and I can't help but be terrified…" the versifier apologized and looked into his eyes where he could see all of the terror the visions had caused the poor woman. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms around her and just held her.

He whispered, "Tell me what you saw."

"I had joined you all for dinner but became fatigued and collapsed… You carried me back to my chambers and stayed beside me. You confessed that you loved me, braided my hair, and attached a courting bead. When I looked up again…" tears sprang to her eyes and she clung to his chest, "You were beaten, bloody, and cut… As if you had just returned from a great battle… You climbed on top of me and wrapped your hands around me throat… Then I woke up… I cannot even begin to understand why I would be plagued with such emotions and vivid images. I'm sorry."

"You did nothing wrong, Torshar. I am responsible for this because of my actions the night of the troll attack. I will never forgive myself for doing such an unspeakable act…" the prince mentioned as he removed himself but took her hands in his again, "I will admit that I do love you, more than anything in the world! But I know I am unworthy of you love and I will do my best to reconcile that…"

Torshar was touched by his words and smiled, "You are worthy, Thorin… Always have been." Then she leaned in and gently kissed his lips. After a few moments passed, Thorin pulled back slightly then went in to gently kiss the remnants of the bruise on her neck. Her breath caught in her throat at the small electric shocks that his lips caused on her skin. A smirk spread across his lips as he continued to nip her neck the slowly moved up to her jaw and back to her lips where she kissed back hungrily.

When they both pulled back for air, Thorin could see her face was flushed scarlet red, her Cupid's bow lips were swollen from kissing, and a small red mark was beginning to form where he had kissed and nipped. The moon shone over them and filtered through the leaves of the tree they were under, making the ground around them appear as the starry sky and made Torshar glow even brighter with her flushed face and swollen lips. He could feel the lust beginning to creep itself into his core as he kept his gaze locked on her.

"Torshar… I must go… Or I may do something we will both regret…" the prince stated slowly and began to get up but was stopped by a hand grabbing a fistful of his tunic and yanking him back down to a pair of rosy lips.

"I won't regret it… And neither will you…" she whispered huskily and leaned back against the trunk of the tree and Thorin watched in amazed delight as Torshar deliberately untied the front of the sleeping gown and opened it little by little, exposing more skin with every passing moment.

Though she felt nervous, the versifier knew she was doing the right thing by sharing this intimate moment with the dwarf prince that carried her heart with him wherever he went. Her hands shook slightly but stopped when a pair of strong, calloused ones wrapped themselves over hers then gently moved them aside to be replaced by his lips.

"Thorin…" Torshar gasped at the contact because this had to be a dream; and if it was, she did not want to be awakened.

The prince just smiled as he removed his tunic then returned to her skin to pepper it with kisses. The elf fabric slowly fell away as he untied it the rest of the way; allowing her ample breasts and pink erect nipples to be revealed to the cool air. Torshar's blush seemed to darken and she tried to suppress a moan as he tilted his head and took her right nipple in his mouth; licking it first then gently rubbing it between his teeth while fondling the other.

"Thorin…! Ah!" she cried out in pleasure making him switch nipples and show the same treatment to the other as he did to the first. While that was going on, one of his hands held her close around her back while the other inched down her belly to her panty-covered core. The prince was a little surprised to find her panties were already slightly wet but he didn't think about it long for he released her chest and kissed her lips.

"Torshar… If you wish for me to stop, just say so…" he stated so she would know that he would respect her wishes should she get uncomfortable.

"Thorin… I want you… Now…" she moaned.

He chuckled, "All good things to those who wait…" while his hand, that was below her waist, slid over her core and lightly caressed her clit, making the versifier cry out in ecstasy, "You are already wet, my love… Should I make you writhe before I ravish you or while I ravish you?" he smirked and added slight pressure, earning a louder moan from the woman beneath him. Taking both sides of her undergarments in his fingertips, Thorin slowly slid them off of her legs to behold the dripping wetness beneath.

His mouth began to water as Torshar opened her legs in invitation for him and he answered by burying his face there, licking and kissing the bright flesh. Torshar tensed and buried her hands in the Erebor prince's raven hair as her orgasm rocked her entire body. She could hear, and feel, him licking up every drop before she felt a finger slide in causing her to arch her back and cry out his name, "THORIN!"

His name on her lips, in that tone of mass ecstasy turned the warrior on in ways he could not yet fathom as he began to move his finger in and out at a painfully slow pace; making sure she was ready for him. After her second orgasm, he withdrew his hand, much to her dismay but quickly replaced it with his throbbing cock as he freed it from the confines of his black trousers.

Tears quickly fell down her face at the thick intrusion but the pain soon turned to pleasure as he carefully began to move his hips. Torshar moaned as she snaked her arms around Thorin's shoulders and gently pulled him down to kiss him hungrily. She ran her tongue over his lower lip, begging for entrance which she was granted by with his tongue meeting hers and a deep moan emanating from his throat as he picked up his pace.

Before too much longer, both participants were panting hard, moaning each other's names, and sweating from the excursion, "Thorin… I'm going to cum!" she cried as her walls tensed and squeezed around him.

"I am too, Torshar!" he confessed and moved as fast as he could then climaxed inside her; the versifier following shortly thereafter.

After they could move again, Thorin returned his trousers to the proper place then lay on the blanket and beckoned his love to join him for a few minutes. They laid in the moonlight of the tree, her with her head over his heart and him with his arms around her, keeping her safe and warm.

"When are we leaving?!" she asked after a while of silence.

"Dawn… But you are not coming with us, my love… I want you to stay here, until I send for you after reclaiming the Mountain." Thorin stated as he kissed her head.

Torshar sat up appalled, "After what we just did… You expect me to just stay here, with these Elves while I worry about you day and night?! No! Absolutely not! I signed the contract and I am going with you!"

Thorin was quick to retort, "You have been injured because of me! And after what we have done tonight… I do not want to lose you ever again!" he nearly shouted and took her hands in his then placed them over his heart, "Do you feel that? My heart inky beats for you… I would die a thousand deaths before allowing anymore harm to come to you, my love…" he smiled, making her smile, "If you are hell-bent on continuing this quest… Then I suggest you get some sleep." Her smile widened as she laid down again, after sharing another searing kiss with her prince and allowed the sound of his heartbeat to lull her to sleep.

As soon as he felt her breathing even out, Thorin took a lock of her hair at the back of her head and braided it, clasping a courting bead to the end. He kissed her head again as he wrapped his arms more tightly around the woman he loved and fell into a light slumber himself.

Moments before the sun was to rise, Thorin awoke, redressed Torshar in her gown, put his own tunic on, picked her up, and carried her to her room. He gently placed her on the bed then got to work packing her things and getting her traveling clothes set up.

A sleepy voice made him turn with a smile, "You didn't have to do all that…"

"You needed to sleep more, dear heart. It was no trouble." He promised as he moved to stand before her and kiss her, "The others will be ready to leave soon, get dressed and meet us at the entrance courtyard."

"Yes, my king." She smirked and was pulled into a tight hug as well as a hungry kiss.

"Keep talking like that and I will have no choice but to ravish you in a new way, dear heart…" Thorin threatened sexily as he lifted her skirt, pushed aside her panties, and played with her asshole, making Torshar blush and moan slightly as he kissed her neck, "Don't be late, love." With a nod, he departed her presence and left her sexually frustrated.

After she dressed in her traveling clothes and began to brush her hair, her comb caught on a metallic bead at the back of her head that she knew was not hers. Turning her head, she reached up and touched its designs to decipher whose work it was and gasped when she realized it was a courting bead of Thorin's! Her heart leapt in joy at the thought of one day marrying the man of her dreams. But she did not dwell on it long because she knew the company was waiting for her. The moment they were all gathered in the courtyard, the company set out once more on their journey to the Lonely Mountain.

"Balin, you know these paths so lead on." Thorin commanded gently as the group continued to trek up a different stone path. Torshar was having a bit of difficulty due to the fact that her legs were still practically jelly from her and the prince's goings on the night before but when she was Thorin's hand outstretched to her, she seemed to gain her second win and took it then climbed up to stand beside him.

Both of them took notice of Bilbo stopping and looking back the valley with a look of longing, "Don't worry, Bilbo. You'll be back." She smiled.

"Yeah… I hope so…" he whispered.

"Master Baggins…" the prince called getting the hobbit to turn, "I suggest you keep up."