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Chapter 31

"A Night of Bliss"

When the festivities came to a close, the Dwarf company was given a room in the Master's home but Thorin took Torshar to a local inn instead. When the minstrel questioned the prince, his response was simple, kind, and full of love, "I wish to spend this night alone with the woman of my dreams." The child of the moon blushed as she followed him up the stairs to their room.

"There is something I do not understand, Torshar." The prince stated as he carefully pulled off his tunic and laid it on a rack before the roaring fireplace to dry, while his love sat with her back to him, naked, at the vanity; brushing her hair and giving the prince a great view of her porcelain, though scarred, back peaking out of her corset and the courting braid at the back of her head, "How did you get to Lake-Town?"

Becoming confused, the versifier turned in her seat to face him as he stooped to take off his boots, "What do you mean? Calyr told me that you asked him to stay behind so I would have a way to get here."

"Calyr was lost to the river when the Orcs chased us. None of us have seen him."

Now, she was scared, "If that's true… Then who was it that was waiting for me…?"

The warrior stood from his seat at the edge of the bed, where he had taken his boots off, and came over to the pale archer, "It no longer matters, dear heart. We are together now…" he knelt before her and took her hands in his, "You are all that matters to me. When I reclaim the Mountain… Will you be my queen?"

Smiling, in shock and surprise, the maiden nodded, "Yes, a million times, yes!" she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply. The warrior prince chuckled and kissed back with equal passion and pulled out a gold band embedded with small sapphires. He pulled back from the kiss, took her left hand in his and slipped the ring onto her third finger.

Looking into her eyes, Thorin found himself falling more in love with this miraculous woman. She who had taken beatings, torture, attacks, and many other things just for his sake. Though she reassured him back in Rivendell that he was worthy there was still doubt in his mind that she could find someone better for her than him.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, the kind-hearted maid gently grabbed the back of his head and leaned in for a deep, tender kiss. Slowly but surely, she felt him kiss back in return and buried her fingers in his raven locks while his hands moved to rest on her waist. The heat slowly began to escalate between them as one of the prince's hands left her waist and slid up her leg, starting from her ankle, and kept going until it disappeared between her thighs. Moaning at the contact, the versifier subconsciously spread her legs; encircling her husband-to-be.

Chuckling, the Dwarf-lord reached up with his free hand and gently pulled the strings of her corset loose, allowing it to fall to the floor and exposing her full chest to his view. Licking his lips, Thorin stood, picked Torshar up, and carried her to the bed where he laid her down gently. But the minstrel had other ideas because before her lover could join her, she had stood up from the bed, moved around to his back making him turn to face her in slight confusion, and she pushed him back onto the bed as she knelt between his legs and began to undo his trousers.

"Torshar… What are you doing…?" he asked blushing, not being used to being on the receiving end with her.

Smirking, she said nothing but instead pulled his trousers off completely to reveal his hard cock. Licking her lips, the moon child slowly leaned forward and licked the appendage from base to tip, causing its master to gasp in pleasure. Smiling, the versifier repeated this motion several more times, each time earning a moan as a prize. Before long, the Dwarf man beneath her was writhing in ecstasy, "My love… I beg you…" he moaned.

"Don't worry, Thorin, I will satisfy you… This I guarantee." She whispered seductively then slowly started lowering her mouth over his throbbing cock. It took every ounce of his control not to thrust his hips but it ended up being fine because Torshar began to bob her head up and down; sucking him.

It was almost too much for the warrior to take because with each passing minute his wife-to-be kept picking up speed until he was gasping and arching his back, "Torshar, I'm going to cum if you keep going like this… AH!" he moaned and clenched the sheets in his hands. Yet even with his warning of his imminent climax, the sex crazed female kept going at her fast pace until she felt him shiver and a hot liquid shoot down her throat accompanied by her name being torn from his vocal chords.

When Thorin had calmed, Torshar swallowed then slowly sat up letting the semi-hard appendage go. She sat back on her knees and grabbed the goblet of wine they had left over from the party and drank some, not wash out the taste but because her mouth and throat were now dry. As she did so the prince sat up and looked at her with a loving yet lustful gaze.

"You are intoxicatingly beautiful…" he whispered loud enough for her to hear, making her smile then put the goblet down.

"You are extremely handsome yourself… King Thorin…." She whispered in return with as much passion as he did making his cock twitch and get hard again. Seeing this, the minstrel smirked and crawled on all fours to the fireplace that was still alive with flames, and positioned herself so her butt was angled up and her chest brushed against the floor.

She was a vision of erotic beauty to the Dwarf-lord as he got up from the bed and came over to her, "Do you trust me?" he asked as he knelt behind her and took her hips in her hands.

"With my very soul, my King…" she confessed making him groan in pleasure. Without hesitation, the warrior prince plunged his cock into Torshar's ass causing her to scream in ecstasy and agony. Her nails dug into the wood of the floorboards as she tried to relax.

"Should I pull out…?" he asked concerned.

"NO!" she shouted and reached behind her to grab one of his wrists, "No… I just need to adjust…" she panted and earned a kiss on her lower back.

Minutes passed before either of them said anything or even moved, the versifier rolled her hips and moaned, "Thorin now… Do it now…" she begged, making her lover smirk then thrust his own hips back and forth at a moderate speed. Panting, grunting, moaning, and creaking floorboards echoed around the room.

"Thorin! Ah, ah, ah! I'm going to cum!" she moaned.

"I am too…!" he stated as his thrusts became frantic. Shortly after that, both Dwarves came together and moaned one another's names. Panting heavily, the couple collapsed onto their sides before the roaring fire and snuggled into each other's arms.

Once she was sure Thorin was asleep, the versifier carefully released herself from his arms, covered him with a blanket, kissed his forehead tenderly, then went to the washroom, and drew a bath; it wasn't a warm one but it did its job. After her bath, she dressed and snuck out of the room. Her next stop was the Master's house where weapons were being held to be given to the company at dawn.

As she stepped over her sleeping friends her thoughts began to race, 'I have to beat them to the Mountain… Spare them the danger…' when she reached the weapons a bow and two quivers of arrows caught her eye; jackpot. Picking them up her smile faded, 'I won't live to see how this ends…'