Ila's heart was racing as Thorin led her through the now familiar halls and towards the royal staircase. Neither of them said a word as they ascended it and Thorin led her towards his chambers. As they came to the great golden doors, Ila felt her heart about to beat out of her chest. He pulled them open for her to enter first and quickly swung them closed behind them.
His antechamber was larger than hers but furnished in much the same fashion. He turned towards her from the door and smiled at her, but very quickly realized she was afraid. It was evident from her expression and the fact that she was practically trembling.
"There is no need for that my darling. Come, let me show you your new bedroom." He said extending his hand. Ila walked towards him and took his hand, feeling safe again, and walked into the next room. It was twice the size of hers, with an enormous bed covered in dark furs and blankets that made it look almost like a great black pool. It easily could have slept four Ila thought. It had four posts with curtains that could be drawn around it and it sat against the wall to the far right. To the left side of the bed Ila was surprised to see her vanity.
"I had it moved during the festivities today. The rest of your belongings and wardrobe will be moved tomorrow." Thorin said seeing the question on her face.
That was convenient, lla thought. It also answered the question she'd had of if she would be splitting time between his room and hers, to which the answer was apparently no. Ila looked around and saw Thorin's own wardrobe and a great fireplace. She saw another great set of doors that led to his other rooms. Thorin saw her look that way and ran his hand down her back from her neck to her bottom.
"I will give you the full tour tomorrow." He said lowly and Ila turned to look at him, her chest heaving and not knowing what to say now, or what to do.
"Why don't you sit at your vanity and get ready for bed. I will be back in a moment." Thorin said and walked back to the antechamber. Ila did as commanded, but for a moment could only stare at herself. The necklace was still taking her breath away. She could not believe it was really hers. She grazed it with her fingertips and admired it in her reflection. She then began to pull the crystals out of her hair, one by one. She took off her earrings next and laid them on her vanity, her hands shaking the entire time.
Thorin reentered the room, a cask of wine and two glasses in his hands. He placed them on a small table and walked towards her, Ila watching him in the mirror the whole time. He came to stand behind her and stare at her in the mirror, his large hands on her shoulders. He moved her long waves aside to unclasp her necklace for her.
"Did my gift please you?"
"It is too much, Thorin. I still don't believe it's mine." Ila said.
He smiled and gently laid it on the vanity and brought his hands back to her neck to trace its curve down to her shoulders. His fingers then swept over her skin and back up to cover her throat. Ila's eyelids fluttered and she inhaled deeply. Thorin dipped his head to press firm kisses into the skin of her neck and down onto her shoulders. His beard was not unpleasant against her skin, and Ila watched him in the mirror.
Ila tipped her head back into Thorin and he raised his to capture her lips. One hand held the back of her head as he parted her lips with his tongue. Ila moaned into his mouth, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure. Thorin's other hand pressed into her stomach and Ila began to tremble in his embrace.
Feeling it, Thorin released her and stood up straight.
"Ila, I will not harm you. You need not be afraid of me." He said and gently stroked her face.
"I am not afraid of you Thorin…..it's just that I …I don't know what to do. I only know that….that it is going to hurt and I—"
"Shhh." Thorin stopped her with a finger laid softly on her lips.
"I will be gentle my sweet, but it will hurt a little. It is natural, and it will never hurt again. And do not worry about what to do, I will show you." He said and kissed the top of her head again. He took her hands and pulled her up from her vanity. He released them to walk around her, studying the masterpiece that was her gown and how to begin removing it. Dwala had removed her train before she sat down at dinner (there was no sitting with it on). He naturally figured he would begin by unlacing the corset that bound her back.
Ila felt Thorin tugging on the laces of her corset and felt weak in the knees. Was she going to be naked before he took off a stitch of his own clothing? Was she even allowed to look at him? Would that be weird?
Thorin steadily pulled her laces lose, more than once thinking how he would like to take his knife and simply cut them lose. He finally pulled the corset open and away from her body, so that the dress might pool around her feet, except there was far too much dress for that and it practically stood up on its own. Thorin frowned and Ila looked over her shoulder at him.
She reached for him to steady herself and stepped out of the multitude of fabric. He helped her and finally she was standing before him, only a thin, white chemise on now. He could see through it in the soft candlelight, her buds tightening in the cool night air.
He wanted to grab her and crush her against his chest, but remembered he still wore all his finery. He quickly pushed his robes off his shoulders and let them fall to the floor. He kicked and stepped out of his boots while barely giving them a look, then gently removed his crown to lay on Ila's vanity. Turning back to her, she rapt with attention, he fluidly pulled his tunic over his head and cast it aside. There was the sculpted chest she remembered from the baths her first morning in Erebor. How many times had she laid in bed, trying to fall asleep but couldn't thanks to visions of his naked body….
Thorin threw caution to the wind then as he undid his trousers and pushed them off to join the rest of this clothing on the floor. Ila briefly let her eyes drop to see his manhood sprouting from that down of black hair, except this time it was erect, not flaccid like she remembered.
It was thick like the rest of him, not to mention long, and Ila swallowed hard. She was sure she would not be able to accommodate it. She backed up without knowing it, slowly inching towards the bed. Thorin's eyelids looked heavy but he certainly wasn't sleepy. He advanced on her slowly, until Ila felt the back of her knees bump the bed and Thorin was on top of her. His arms encircled her waist and his mouth covered hers once more. He pressed her into him and she placed her hands flat on his chest. He was as solid as he looked.
She felt a hand slide down to grab at her bottom and another molded to her side. His mouth then quickly moved to her neck and he nipped at her between wet kisses. It was so overwhelming and intoxicating to be wrapped in his embrace. His smell, like leather and pipe smoke, was faint but noticeable. His hair was everywhere and Ila wanted to plunge her hands into it. His beard, his hands, his rock hard body against her, it was so much to take in.
Thorin pulled back abruptly and turned Ila around so that he sat on the side of the bed and brought Ila to stand in between his legs. Rubbing his hands up and down her arms, he looked up into her eyes and asked,
"Do you trust me?"
Ila gave him a timid smile. "Yes," she said meekly.
Thorin grabbed the bottom of her gown and pulled it up over her head, revealing her naked body to him for the first time. Her arms instinctively flew to cover her chest but Thorin gently pried them away to hang at her sides.
He sucked in his breath at how perfect she was. From her full bosom to her little waist and womanly hips to her cute little feet. Her dark waves fell around her breasts and Thorin pushed them behind her shoulders, running his hands down her arms, over her thighs, back up her thighs and over her flat belly, and finally cupping her breasts.
Ila gasped, biting her lip and trying to force herself to be still where she stood between his legs and not to stare at what hung between them.
Thorin pulled her closer by the waist and brought one of her nipples to his mouth to suck. His other hand returned to her other breast to toy with while he licked and kissed the other. Ila gasped and fidgeted where she stood, awash with the new sensations flooding her. She never imagined that such as this could feel so delightful. She curled her toes and Thorin began to suck more ardently, one hand now pressing into the small of her back to bring her closer to him. He moved to the other breast and Ila was practically sitting in his lap. She clutched his shoulders, unsure of how to touch him exactly. At the moment nothing she did felt natural, it was all so new.
Thorin pulled her into his lap now as he devoured her chest, and Ila carefully avoided his member. She was straddling him with her knees laid over his thighs, his manhood bobbing precariously at her opening that it threatened to graze.
Thorin was becoming more and more excited, his resolve from the past four weeks melting away in the fire of his lust for his bride. One hand moved to her bottom to grab and massage her cheek so hard it nearly hurt. Ila rested her chin on the top of his head, gasping loudly from his ministrations and the feeling low in her belly that she could not characterize. Thorin let his hand that was grabbing her bottom move past it and between her legs to finger at her opening.
This made Ila practically jump out of his arms and over his head. He circled her waist in an iron grip and quickly turned to lay her flat of her back on the bed, she yelping in surprise at being penned under him now.
Their bare chests touched and she heard a low rumble in his chest as he surveyed her. One hand caressed her face, pushing her stray waves away and crushing his mouth down on top of hers, his tongue darting into her to taste and invade. Ila closed her eyes and let him consume her, completely as his mercy. His sinews were tense and solid all around her, it was like being trapped beneath a tree. She finally and tentatively wrapped an arm around his back to hold on to him as they kissed. Thorin abruptly rose up and laid on his side, hovering over Ila who still lay on her back.
He laid his head next to hers to kiss her gently now, and Ila barely felt his free hand lightly tracing her opening. He began to part her gently with one finger, feeling her slight wetness. Ila was afraid, but willed her body to be still. She felt his thick digit parting her lips and another finger joining it. She dug her heels into the bed as one finger plunged deeper and deeper into her folds, increasing the discomfort she felt as it did. She began to draw up from the pain and Thorin's kisses became firmer. He was trying to take her mind off of what was happening, as much as he could anyway.
She was so tight, and Thorin felt himself harden even more in anticipation. He also knew this meant greater pain for Ila, and slowly withdrew his fingers. Ila relaxed as he did, but soon she was hit by a new sensation.
Thorin's finger reentered her opening at the top, searching briefly before finding his target. A little bundle of nerves that Ila didn't know she had. Until now.
He stroked the bud slowly at first, then more and more rapidly until Ila began to pant. She instinctively parted her legs for him and soft, feminine whimpers came from her lips that threatened to run the animal in Thorin completely mad. He wanted to feast on her perfect body, and as Ila's pleasure built and he could feel her slickness increasing exponentially, he could not hold back any longer.
He withdrew his finger and Ila whimpered in disappointment. She opened her eyes in time to see Thorin hovering over her, grabbing her hips to position her and bring his tip to her opening. A new wave of fear and even panic flooded Ila and she tried to scramble back towards the headboard, but Thorin held the back of her neck with one hand and laced the fingers of his other with hers to press her hand into the bed beside her pillow. She was penned in place beneath him and before he thrust forward into her, he lowered his mouth to cover hers.
As he kissed her he pushed forward, feeling her walls expand slowly for him. He also felt Ila fighting him, the tension and resistance in her body involuntary now, it fighting against the pain and sudden invasion. His kiss muffled her cry of pain and shock, and Thorin felt very badly for a moment. But it was natural, and it had to be done.
He began to move in her slowly so as not to hurt her any more than he had to, but it was painful to go so slow when all he wanted was to swiftly mate with her. He broke their kiss and saw the tension and strain in her face. Fat tear drops were welling in her eyes and he rained gentle kisses all over her face.
"Shhh…..I'm sorry my darling, I am sorry…." He whispered, trying to soothe her.
His pace was steady and he held back from pounding her like he truly wanted. He had desired her for so long and had been abstinent for so long that he was already on the verge. He counted that a good thing this time since Ila was in so much pain and he wanted to end it as soon as possible. It was difficult to enjoy himself despite how amazing she felt - like a glove made of liquid heat wrapped around his member- seeing her writhe in pain beneath him.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had his hand in an iron grip. Each thrust felt like it was tearing her open and she silently prayed for it to be over.
Two more thrusts and Thorin exploded inside of her. His breath was ragged as he stilled and lay over her. Ila turned her head away from his and fought the urge to scream for him to pull out of her.
Thorin gained a better grip on himself and turned to her with a smile, but it faded as soon as he saw her pained and tear streaked face. He slowly pulled out of her and Ila exhaled deeply, rolling away from him. Her center burned and ached, and as she moved caught the sight of blood on the sheets.
She reached between her legs and felt the mixture of semen, her own fluids, and blood which made her feel faint. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, but found her legs were wobbly.
"My darling," Thorin said, jumping to his feet to catch her by the waist and pull her into his embrace. "Are you alright?" he asked with concern etching his face. He wiped the tears from her face with his thumbs and pressed her body into his. Ila nodded up at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'll call for a servant to draw a bath so that you can wash up while the sheets are changed. Would that make you feel better?" he asked, trying to think of anything he could do to make her feel better. He knew that losing her virginity would be painful, but he'd hoped she might experience some pleasure too. That apparently was not the case and he was afraid she would shy away from his future advances.
Ila nodded again, not saying anything and looking far too sad for Thorin's liking. She looked cold and held her arms around herself, and Thorin let go of her to fetch a robe to wrap around her.
"Go have a seat by the fire while I call for the servants." He said and kissed her forehead. She smiled at him weakly and did as he suggested. As she sat there, she was so very unsure how she felt. She felt so different somehow. Is that what being a wife felt like? What being a grown dwarf felt like? She had felt frightened and at Thorin's mercy when he lay astride her, tearing her apart between her legs. How could that never hurt again? She was burning so deeply that she feared it would never subside. What if he wanted to do that every night? She would not be able to bear it, and then he would hate her and even force her, since she did belong to him now. He could claim whatever rights he wanted over her.
But she also loved him, she was sure of it, as she watched him move about in the room, a dark blue robe hanging about his shoulders now. He was so beautiful to look upon, and she wanted very much for him to just hold her and kiss her and comfort her. He was so sweet just now, concerned that she was hurt and trying to make it better. She could be wrong, but it seemed that he was afraid that she was angry with him. She certainly was not, only overwhelmed and in pain.
Ila almost wanted to cry, but she didn't understand why. He had not been rough or unkind. But she felt very tangibly the loss of something she would never get back. She wasn't sad, just overcome as she sat by the fire, wondering if she could stand to repeat the act they had just finished.
The servants came in then, taking great pains not to look at their queen as she sat in her robe by the fire, and quickly changed the sheets and brought in a brass tub that they filled with hot water.
Steam rose from the tub and Ila wanted to sink into it immediately. When Thorin had mentioned it she agreed because she truly needed to clean up, but now the thought of hot, soothing water encompassing her aching body was extremely inviting.
Thorin drank a glass of wine he'd just poured himself and walked towards Ila with another in hand. He approached cautiously, extending the glass to her.
"Here, this will help dull the pain." He said softly and Ila took it to take a great gulp of the red wine. Thorin made a surprised face and took it back from her.
"I'll remove myself while you bathe. Take your time dear." Thorin said, seeming very sad now and it nearly broke Ila's heart. He could look just like a sad puppy when he was unhappy, almost like Sam, Ila thought. She didn't tell him that though.
"What about you? Don't you want a bath?" Ila asked.
"Well, I suppose but I will wait until you are done darling." He said.
Ila looked to the tub and back to him. "Is it…is it not big enough for the both of us?"
Thorin's expression changed instantly as he realized Ila wanted him to bathe with her. His spirits lifted to the heavens at the realization that she was not angry or afraid of him, and most of all that she still wanted to be intimate.
A big boyish grin stretched over his face. "Well yes, if I am allowed to join you." He answered and Ila smiled a real smile again.
"Well of course, you are my husband…" she said shyly and Thorin's heart melted inside of him. He removed his robe and sank into the tub first, followed by Ila who laid back into his chest. She sighed, feeling instantly relaxed by the hot water. Thorin began to gently scrub her skin from the neck down. Ila laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, letting Thorin cleanse her. His hands found her breasts again and gently handled them, then glided over her belly to tend to her sex. Ila wiggled under his touch, still aching from their activities but Thorin made sure to be extra gentle. He massaged the inside of her thighs and Ila nuzzled his neck with her nose, their wet hair mingling and their skin hot where it touched. Thorin felt himself growing hard again but ignored it. She needed tenderness now, not more lovemaking.
When he was done with her, Ila turned around to straddle his lap and wash him now. She scrubbed his chest gently, feeling his hard pecs under her hands and the rippling abs they gave way to. Thorin lay back against the tub, letting his wife explore his body as she cleaned it. Neither of them said a word the entire time, but took the opportunity to study and learn each other's bodies and enjoy the silence.
When they were done, they helped each other dry off and Thorin led lla back to bed, both of them naked and clean. He brought the fresh sheets around them and drew Ila into his embrace, she laying in the space between his neck and arm. She laid her hand on his chest and closed her eyes, tired and ready to rest finally. Thorin leaned his forehead on hers, staring at his perfect bride.
"Ila," he whispered.
She opened her eyes and stared directly into his.
"I love you," he whispered, then held his breath for her response.
Ila's lips drew into a big smile.
"I love you too," she whispered back, lightly stroking his bearded cheek with her fingertips.
He smiled back at her, feeling years of pain and loneliness melt away at her words. He leaned in to kiss her gently on the lips and she returned it. One more soft kiss and they both feel asleep, happy and exhausted in each other's arms.
Finished my midterms early, so here ya go! More intense smexy times will ensue now that Ila has been broke in, so to speak. Because let's be honest, no one's first time was a great time.