Ila had a deep and dreamless sleep that night. She was so exhausted in every way possible and finally had relief now that the wedding was over. Despite the aching and burning in her core, she'd felt so good when said cuddled up to Thorin, all clean and in a fresh, warm, and lush bed. She'd instantly fallen asleep and now as she waking felt that she had slept for a very long time. She probably would have slept much longer except a large hand was molding itself to her side, slowly running up and down her curves.

Ila began to wake, her eyelids fluttering open. She found that she'd shifted during her sleep, and was now lying on her side facing away from Thorin. She thus couldn't see him, only feel his hand stroking her from behind. She made no sign she was awake. She felt a dull ache in between her legs but not as bad as it felt the night before. She felt a tiny bit of fear that Thorin would want to resume the activities that had pained her, and she wanted to fall back asleep to avoid it.

But she also wanted to turn over and into his strong arms, to clutch him and kiss him. She remembered the pleasure he brought her with his finger, and with his mouth on her breasts and she felt herself becoming aroused in spite of herself. That strange feeling in her belly and between her legs. She was at war with herself now, thinking on what to do, and then she felt Thorin's lips kiss her shoulder, his beard gently scratching her skin.

It sent shivers down Ila's spine, and she was losing the battle with herself to pretend to be asleep. Thorin snaked his arm around Ila's waist now and pulled her back into him, burying his face in her neck to rain wet and insistent kisses there. Ila moaned and tilted her head back towards him, surrendering to his touch.

"Good morning my queen," Thorin said huskily into her neck and nipped her ear gently.

Ila exhaled deeply. "My king," she whispered as she rolled onto her back. Thorin remained on his side so that he could hover over her. "My husband," she said and leaned upwards into his waiting lips. Thorin deepened the soft kiss and pulled the sheets back so he could gaze on her naked body.

Ila's heart sped up. She still wasn't used to being naked, even for her husband.

He broke the kiss and stared down at her, smiling through his lust.

"How does my wife feel this morning?" he asked.

Ila smiled back at him. "Very well, but still a little sore." She said, hoping that might deter him for a little while.

Thorin nodded and kissed her again. "I think I can find a way to please you in spite of that." He nearly growled.

Ila wondered what that could mean, but Thorin was already kissing down her body, starting from her neck and taking a brief moment to suck each of her buds to bring them to tightened peaks. Ila moaned and arched her back as he kissed down her belly, again stopping briefly to let his tongue dart into her navel. Ila squirmed at the feeling and feared what he meant to do next. Surely he would stop before he reached—

No. He was prying her legs apart when she realized what he meant to do, and she tried to sit up in bed. His grip on the backs of her knees was too strong though and he was penning her to the bed and positioning himself at her opening when Ila began to protest.

"Thorin, what are you—"

His mouth covering her sex stopped the words in her throat. His tongue shot into her and searched for that little bundle of nerves that she hadn't known was there, and all Ila could do was ball the sheets up in her fists. A little bit of searching and he found it, his tongue rolling over it slowly at first, then faster and faster. This was like what he'd done the night before but better. Each lick stoked a fire in deep in her belly and Ila sank into her pillow and dug her heels into the bed, suddenly at the mercy at her own body.

Thorin began to attack her with his tongue, it hitting her faster and faster so that the fire in her belly built to a breaking point. Ila's body was shaking and she began to moan loudly without the control to stop herself. Her chest was heaving and she held her legs apart for him. He clutched her hips and his hair fell like a curtain all around him on her skin. Ila began to whimper as it felt like something in her would break if he didn't stop, but she didn't want him too. Thorin was practically devouring Ila now, as though she tasted like the most delicious thing he'd ever had and he couldn't get enough. Finally, something in Ila exploded and she cried out towards the ceiling, her back bowed hard and her entire body trembling as her first orgasm tore through her.

Ila panted and trembled, her eyes closed as she recovered from whatever had just happened to her. Thorin rose to look down on his work. His bride, stretched out on her back and immobile from pleasure. He smiled and Ila opened her eyes enough to see that his beard glistened with her fluids. She was so wet from his attentions that it surprised her, not knowing such was possible. Thorin, finding the sight of his pleased wife painfully arousing, decided to take advantage of her current state. Now that she had experienced pleasure and was perfectly primed, she would be less fearful and in less pain.

As such, he quickly moved over her splayed legs and brought his erect member to her still throbbing opening. Ila's eyes widened but he was in her before she could react. The dull ache she had woken up with intensified for the moment that he entered her, and Ila had braced herself for far worse. But as Thorin settled deep inside her and began to pump in and out of her core, she found that the pain she'd felt the night before was gone. Ila relaxed in relief and opened her legs as far as she could for him, wrapping them around his waist as that felt natural and comfortable.

Thorin had been watching her face carefully and smiled widely now as he saw her expression and felt the tension leave her body. He held himself up over her with both hands supporting him on either side of her head. She reached up to grab onto him and look into his piercing blue eyes, a mixture of love and lust in them. They held eye contact as he now pumped rhythmically in and out of her, aided by her slickness. Ila felt the same feeling before building in her belly again, slowly spreading all over her body. She was eager to feel the sensation again and tried to angle her hips just right so he would find the sweet spot at the top of her opening.

Thorin loved seeing Ila get into it finally, angling herself to fully meet his thrusts. He would make a wanton out of his sweet little love yet.

Thorin raised up to sit on his knees, still inside of her. His thrusting stopped but now he toyed with her clit with his finger and Ila moaned appreciatively and arched her back, feeling the waves of pleasure it generated ripple through her. She wanted more, and began to push herself on and off of his member that was sitting still inside her.

Thorin growled and somehow felt himself grow even harder at the sight of his bride trying to fuck him, and fingered her as quickly as he could now, Ila moaning and crying out in reply. She gripped the pillow with both fists beside her head and shut her eyes to concentrate. Thorn began to move inside her again and when he could no longer stop himself fell forward to resume his thrusting, but this time at a wild pace.

Ila cried towards the ceiling, her voice full of shock and pleasure, as her husband thoroughly claimed her body. He wouldn't last much longer and hoped she came soon, else he might have to finish her afterwards. Ila was on the brink though and she came mere seconds before he did.

They both moaned loudly as their release washed over them, Ila's arms wrapped around Thorin's shoulders bringing him as close to her as she could, his hair like a great black curtain around her. Thorin practically collapsed on top of her and quickly rolled over with Ila in his arms so that he was on his back and she was draped over his chest. His arms were clutching her sweat drenched body to his own, and their chests heaved from their lovemaking.

Ila was spent from her first two orgasms. She'd never dared imagine that anything could feel like that, and certainly not that two dwarves could join as they just did. She wasn't sure what she'd imagined, but it wasn't what just happened. Especially what Thorin had done with his mouth-her mother hadn't mentioned anything about that.

Thorin's chest began to rise and fall slower which Ila appreciated since she was currently using the hard space between his pecs as her pillow. Her breathing was beginning to return to normal as well and she felt his hand begin to stroke her back. Ila sighed and tried to cuddle into him even more, and she reached up to sink a hand into his mane and gently run her nails over his scalp. Thorin responded by lightly tracing his nails over her back, which almost tickled but felt oh so good all at once. Ila closed her eyes and bit her lip, enjoying the sweet touches and caresses in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Thorin lay on his back, basking in the satisfaction he now felt after truly coupling with his wife for the first time. The pleasure her body brought him was one thing, but the pleasure her obvious and undeniable desire for him was ten times greater. He'd had females before of course, but never like this. He had never loved someone which changed everything, but he had also never been with someone whose body felt that it was made for his. A perfect sheath for his sword, he smiled at the silly thought.

"Why are you smiling husband?" Ila's soft and tired voice came.

He looked down at her where she lay on his chest and smiled even bigger. "What possible reason could I have not to smile?" he asked.

Ila smiled back and scooted up to lay face to face with him and nestled in his arm. He turned on his side to face her and brought her close in his embrace so that their noses nearly touched.

"I would not know, for I am the happiest dwarf in all of the known kingdoms." She said and Thorin kissed her gently on the lips.

"I believe that would be me, dear." He said and wove his hand into her hair to cradle her head.

Ila played with his beard and blinked at him with adoring eyes that threatened to melt his heart right out of him.

"Do we have to get out of bed today?" Ila asked with puppy dog eyes that really did render him defenseless.

"No," he answered as he kissed the tip of her nose.

Ila blinked. "No?" she repeated. She hadn't expected that answer.

"It is our honeymoon my love, we need not do anything you don't want to." He replied.

"Really?!" Ila said excitedly.

Thorin laughed and rubbed the small of her back and the curves of her buttocks now.

"Really my dear. Fili can run the kingdom for a few days, he has been brought up as my heir anyway. Balin and Dwalin will keep him in check if necessary. We need not leave these chambers at all if you do not wish to." Thorin explained and Ila was more excited than she could tell him.

She smiled widely and gave him a powerful kiss on the lips, giggling as she broke it.

Thorin laughed at her. "Well, it's not hard to make you happy I see."

"What? You don't want to stay in bed with me all week?" she asked, growing a little feisty now.

Thorin's eyes widened but he smiled too. "You are getting rather bold. And only hours after the loss of your maidenhood."

Ila gave him a mischievous grin. "I am a quick learner, my lord and master." She replied.

Thorin felt himself growing erect again beneath the sheets. Master in deed. The only master that perfect body would ever have.

He covered her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss and Ila melted into him. He broke it finally and Ila pushed at his shoulders to guide him down to her breasts, where he happily ventured. She pulled the covers up around them, being a little cold now that she was done sweating, and relaxed into the lush bed while her husband began to devour her chest. With one hand gripping the pillow and the other at the base of his neck, Ila closed her eyes, grateful that she didn't have to leave this room for days.

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