Here is the chapter of Smut - If Smut is not your thing then do not read this chapter!
This is my first attempt with writing Smut. Hopefully it meets par.
Enjoy :P
Chapter 17
Thorin inhaled a ragged breath as he watched Mistlynn moved her hair over her shoulder to reveal the laces of her dress. He got to his feet, swallowing thickly in attempt to reign in his raging emotions. His hands began to tremble as he reached for her. This reaction unnerved him, he had always been levelheaded and steadfast but just the thought of having Mistlynn in every way possible had him elated and terrified all at the same time.
"The laces are too hard for me; would you please undo them?" She couldn't help the flirtatious smirk that played with her lips as she cast a shy look over her shoulder at him.
"Of course, M'eudail." Thorin stepped closer to Mistlynn, his breath cascading down the side of her neck as he slowly undid the laces one by one until they loosened around her. Mistlynn felt his light touch slowly moving up her back before using both hands to push the shoulders of her dress, causing it to fall and pool around her feet. She could feel the heat from his body as it seeped into hers from their close proximity as his fingers toyed with the airy fabric of her chemise before resting on her delicate waist.
All at once his mouth was on her neck, slowly kissing from the base of her ear to the top of her shoulder. The wetness of his lips caused her skin to prickle in the cool air, her nipples now exposed through her light sheath, becoming taut and hard. She felt his hardness pressing against her low back, inspiring an audible moan to escape her lips. The sound that escaped from her lips surprised her, her growing desire for him outweighing the nervousness of such promised intimacy.
Her moan caused his grip, one hand around her waist and the other now at the back of her neck, to tighten in a way that was so secure yet erotic she couldn't believe she had ever lived without his touch. She craved him in a way she had never felt and knew in that moment she would never get enough of this, of him branding her with his fingers.
Mistlynn turned slowly to face him, stepping out from of her dress so that she stood with her heaving chest touching his. "You're overdressed." Her voice was as soft and warm as fresh honey as she slowly traced a trembling finger from the scar on his shoulder down the lines of battles he had fought that mapped his torso until she reached the waistband of his trousers. She found herself clenching her thighs together as a hot desire between her legs pooled heavily, becoming nearly too much to bear.
She grabbed Thorin by the back of his neck and pulled him down to her, crashing her lips against his. He hummed in approval as he returned her kiss eagerly. His hands ran from her face down her body, committing every curve to memory before he lifted her into the air, grasping her thighs tightly in his hands as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Thorin walked them to the bed and placed her on the edge of it with such ease she was shocked at the sheer power and raw strength of his body as she felt his muscles move under her palms, hard and smooth as if he had been perfectly carved from the very rock of the mountain she now called home.
She looked up at him through her lashes, her blown pupils shining in the same faint light of the fire that caressed his skin. Golden light danced sensually with the shadows across his torso as she let her fingers trail down his back before she spread her hands over the v shaped muscles of his hips.
"I must confess something." Her voice was raspy, as if she was thirsty as she allowed herself the pleasure of running a hand over his lower abs.
His chuckle was deep, the tone of his voice dark and velvety. "You have my undivided attention." The sexy smirk that he flashed at her was absolute sin.
She licked her bottom lip before biting it, her eyes not leaving his as she let her fingers trace him. "You're a brute, using that smile on me."
The smile became devious, his eyes twinkling. He leaned down towards her, purposefully slow and taunting as a predator stalking its prey. "What were you going to confess?"
She felt the mattress dip as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, effectively caging her in. He lowered his face to hers, grinning broadly at the shy smile that toyed with her mouth. He nuzzled his nose against hers before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, completely rendering her incapable of any coherent speech. He left her swollen lips to place soft kisses along her jaw, one hand coming up to grasp the back of her neck to encourage her to tilt her head back, granting him full access to her neck. He placed a heated kiss on the juncture of her jaw and neck underneath her ear before he breathed in her scent. He groaned, the warm spice of cinnamon and sweetness of jasmine and vanilla flooding his senses. "Mahal, you smell divine."
She found herself panting, overly eager to enjoy all that his body had to offer her as she began to melt under his touch. That eagerness made her heat flush from her cheeks all the way down to her sex, and that forgotten confession came roaring back with a cognizance of its own. An overwhelming nervousness sparked under her skin, seizing all other emotions in a vice like grip.
She planted her hands against his shoulders and pushed him back, as her apprehension demanded a desperate reprieve from his lips. "The noises! What about the noises?" Mistlynn almost shouted, her chest heaving.
Thorin blinked as he forced himself to push away the lust that had fogged his mind. "The noises?" he repeated breathlessly, confusion written all over his face as he leaned back from her and sat down on the bed beside her.
"Yes! the noises!" she emphasized with a jerky nod of her head. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her eyes had widened as she looked away from him in what seemed to be embarrassment. Her hands were twisting in her lap as she tried to expel the nervous energy that was crackling through her with a sudden force that took her off guard.
"Mist, you're going to have to be more specific. What noises?" Thorin raised a brow at her, perplexed as to why they were talking about 'noises' and not kissing like they had been. He was taken aback by this abrupt change in her, he had never seen this kind of nervousness come from her. He hoped that he hadn't pushed her too far, too soon.
"Back home I always heard the noises that were made while the adults were doing the marital …act. They never sounded pleasant and th…that … worries me." Mistlynn licked her lips nervously, drawing away from him and that moment into her own insecurities again.
"M'eudail." Thorin said brushing some wild curls away from her face. "We live in a mountain, there are no noises to be heard coming from anyone else's quarters. I cannot speak for every couple, but I can assure you the result of our joining will be nothing but unbelievably enjoyable." He paused, observing the nervous glint in her eyes. "Did anyone ever talk to you about what is actually to happen between us?"
"Besides hearing a lot of innuendos and personal tales with no real explanation, no. Dis tried, but it was so embarrassing. She is your sister! We couldn't look each other in the eye for an entire afternoon! I hoped it would all come naturally, and I felt like it was but now I can't stop thinking about those…noises."
Thorin breathed in deeply, trying to reign in some semblance of control as his very blood was set ablaze with desire for her. He chuckled, the corners of his mouth teasing up into a teasing smirk. "Well, I do not know the exact nature of these noises you heard, but I can say without a doubt we will find our way. The love and desire I feel for you right now overwhelms any fears I have."
"You do have fears?" she asked quietly, her gaze assessing as her hands stilled in her lap.
His smirk became a bashful smile as he glanced down at the mattress, tilting his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. A nervous trait of his. "I … I want to please you M'eudail. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure and that's a little daunting of a task when you are my first. I don't want you be disappointed or regret this moment."
For a moment, she was at a loss for words. She swallowed thickly as her body came back to life, demanding this overwhelming thirst of sorts to be quenched. The desire had been pooling deep between her legs; molten and heavy, and no longer possible to ignore despite any lingering trepidation.
Just knowing he was as nervous as she was … she took a deep, steadying breath through her nose before she pushed herself forward onto Thorin's lap, this time landing right where she planned with an enthusiastic grace. Her hands clasped behind his neck, sinking her fingers into his raven black hair as her lips crashed upon his.
Mistlynn let out another moan into Thorin's mouth as he grabbed her rounded hips firmly in his hands, pressing her back into the plush mattress with his weight, allowing their lower bodies to mold together perfectly. He raised his hand to the back of her head to fist her hair in his grasp as he kissed a path down her neck. He found himself starved for the salty sweetness of her skin as he trailed back up to her ear, savoring her moans as he felt her go limp under his worshiping touch.
Her fingers twisted in his hair in response, her body's movements rubbing against his aching erection. He was completely lost to her, to her body, to her exquisite taste and fiery touch. He had never wanted anyone as desperately as he wanted her now, his mind, body, and soul completely consumed by her.
Primal need began to take control, urging him to grind even harder against her, making them both ache to be closer, skin to skin with no barriers between them. Thorin reached down her body and lifted her silk chemise above her head. He drank in the sight of her naked body that glowed in the faint flickering light from the fireplace, never had he seen anyone so beautiful. "Praise Mahal, you are breathtaking."
Mistlynn gave him a shy smile as she looked up at him through her lashes, self-consciously wrapping her arms around herself as if to hide herself.
"Do not hide yourself from me M'eudail. Not ever. You are my One and I want nothing more than to make our bodies one."
Mistlynn sought his lips with hers, their mouths opening to allow their tongues to caress in deep, leisurely strokes. Their kisses grew desperate in rhythm as Thorin ran his hands down her sides while rubbing her soft skin between his fingers, relishing the way her nipples dragged across his chest as their bodies sought whatever sweet friction they could achieve.
Mistlynn let out a gasp of air followed by a torturous moan at the overwhelming stirrings that had her body ablaze like a wildfire. Thorin began to trail kisses down her neck onto her collarbone, making her squirm against him impatiently.
With a breathy chuckle, he then slowly kissed down her chest only stopping when he reached her breast. Looking up at her through hooded eyes, he twirled his tongue around her nipple before softly taking it fully into his hot mouth. Mistlynn sucked in a startled breath at the new sensation as her back arched into him in response, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable as it began to throb demandingly in time with her racing heart.
In a lustful haze, Mistlynn ran her hands down his stomach, reaching under the waistband of his pants, between his legs to wrap her fingers around his hard length. Thorin let out a pained groan as he pulled back to look at her, his eyes shimmering slivers of icy blue highlighting the blown fathomless, black pools of his pupils.
"Did I hurt you?" She gasped nervously as she released his erection from her grasp. He responded with a low rumbling growl before pouncing back on top of her, his grip on her tightening drastically as he bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder before soothing it with his tongue.
"I'll take that as a no then." she giggled breathlessly at his attack, grasping him once again in her hand before stroking him, slow and firm. She was pleasantly surprised at the feeling of him, heavy and silky hot in her hand. He groaned again, as his eyes fluttered shut at the intoxicating sensation. "M'eudail, I want to take his slow and make our first time last but with you doing that I don't know how long I will be able to hold back."
She released him, before running her fingernails back up his torso, thoroughly enjoying the shudder she felt wrack his body at the sensation. "Don't hold back. Show me." She breathed between pants as she clung to him.
Thorin buried his hands into her hair as he began to kiss down her body with a renewed vigor. Mistlynn matched his lust and desire, as she clung to his dampening shoulders. His mouth trapped hers again as one of his hands continued to tangle into her hair, while the other slowly journeyed down her stomach until he clasped her sex in his hand. She arched against him as a desperate moan ripped from her throat, his own groans combining with hers as he felt her dripping wet center hot against his palm. He didn't question his instinct as he moved through her folds, slipping a finger inside her slick core, causing Mistlynn to cry out at the sudden intrusion.
He looked down at her face, watching as lust and awe filled her eyes at the feeling of his fingers inside her. He stroked her, coercing a stuttering gasp from her as she gripped onto his shoulders tighter as if desperate to keep herself grounded to him.
"God's you're so tight, so perfect." He growled. Her eyes fluttered shut at his words that made her burn even hotter. "No! Look at me, don't close your eyes."
She groaned at his command and opened her eyes, staring into his burning gaze. "I want to watch you come undone under my fingers." Her eyes widened at his sultry rumble, her grip tightened, breaking his skin under her nails as he slowly slid another finger into her core, stretching her further.
"Ooohhh." She sobbed, the burning need churning within her intensifying. "P-please Thorin. S-so good." She rasped, her hips lifting in desperation as if to push him inside her further.
He growled as he began to pump his fingers slowly, the feeling of them stroking her, intensifying the throbbing of her sex to a point that Mistlynn wasn't sure she could handle anymore. The state of utter euphoria that passed over her body surprised her with its sudden onslaught. She had never experienced such pleasure, let alone knew it existed. She had no idea what such ecstasy was called, but she knew she was now addicted to a lifetime of craving it. No wonder her friends had giggled and sighed over the memories of it.
He began to slowly tease her with light brushes of his thumb over her bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped in and out of her before curling as if summoning her soul to come undone. His skillful fingers ignited spurts of pleasure to wrack through her body. "Oh…My..." Mistlynn hiccupped as another burst of euphoria passed through her body, erupting brilliant white stars twinkling behind her eyelids as she surrendered fully in his arms.
Her nails dug deeper into his skin. Thorin relished the feeling of her nails in his skin, as he felt her channel clench tight and hot around his fingers. "So beautiful." He praised as he gazed upon her, proud to be the one who caused the pleasure that now captured her face. He gently removed his fingers from within her and she groaned at the loss of him.
In one swift move, he removed his pants and tossed them across the room, allowing Mistlynn to finally see all of him. Her breathing hitched in anticipation as her eyes sparked with desire and lust. He was bigger than she had expected, his member fully erect and hard against his stomach. She clenched her thighs together in nervous anticipation as she brought her gaze back up to his.
"Is it alright for me to take you now M'eudail? I will stop, if at any time you need me to. Just tell me, ok?" His deep voice was strained, wanting to make sure she felt comfortable and safe with him despite the desire that roared through his veins.
"Yes." Is all Mistlynn could manage to moan breathlessly as she lay underneath him, entirely at his mercy. He placed a knee between her legs, encouraging her to accommodate his body between her thighs.
He lowered himself down on top of her, his gaze predatory as he looked between her legs in anticipation. They were skin to skin, just inches separating his hard erection from her wet, pink glistening sex.
It was with one slow, glorious move he pushed his hard length inside her, stretching her to accommodate his generous girth.
Mistlynn hissed out a breath at the burn as he pushed into her, her nails once again digging into his skin as she clung to him. "Are you alright?" He gasped as he braced himself above her, his forehead resting against hers.
"Yes." She moaned as the burn spread and settled, morphing into a feeling of complete fullness and tingling bliss. Thorin let out a feral growl as he pulled himself from her silky hotness before gliding back in with a fluid thrust of his hips. Her back arched off the bed as he pushed past the last barrier of resistance and became fully sheathed inside her. With a trembling breath she sought his hand and linked her fingers with his as her body molded around him. He took her hand and placed it above her head, gripping hers and grounding her as he kept a steady pace, back and forth inside of her.
"Yes…Thorin…please." Her gasping moan begging as she felt the waves of that breath stealing euphoria building up from deep inside her as the burn faded, as if he was stroking the embers of her raging fire. He growled as he increased his pace, rutting into her harder at her frantic plea. As her storm of pleasure built, she wondered if one could die from such pleasure, surely her heart was about to explode from her chest before she burst into flame from the inside out.
"I have ached for you for so long M'eudail, but this is something I never could have even imagined." His honeyed confession, whispered breathlessly into her ear made her shudder.
Mistlynn responded by gripping his flexed buttocks with her free hand, slowly rocking him deeper into her as she lifted her hips in a desperate attempt to feel and pull him even deeper inside her.
"I love you Thorin, a lifetime with you will never be enough." With those words from her he crashed his lips upon hers in a glorious desperate kiss with a strong, steady tongue. That was all Thorin needed to hear to break his self-control. His movements became hastened, his thrusts made her eyes roll into the back of her head as her back arched, threatening to snap with pure pleasure and ecstasy.
Her euphoria was all-consuming as it built higher and higher with each powerful rock of his hips. Then suddenly, with one last thrust, she shattered around him, pure white heat exploding down his shaft, consuming her like a raging torrent. Her soul shattering spasms triggered his as he continued to rock inside her, as she clenched around his hard length. She felt him grow rock hard as he lowered his head to her neck groaning out his release into her ear, his moans of her name sending tremors through his chest as his hot seed spilled inside of her.
Time seemed to slow as they came down from their mutual highs. He nuzzled her along her jaw before placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Are you okay?" he whispered gently against her lips.
She sighed contentedly, smiling against his lips at his concern for her well-being. "I am incandescently happy." She punctuated each word with a heated kiss, attempting to ease the worry from his brow.
Thorin let out a ragged breath as he allowed himself to relax fully under her caresses. "Mistlynn, my Mistlynn, my One…before tonight your body had haunted me. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you and now that I have had you, I don't think I will ever have my fill." He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in deeply.
He gently pulled out of her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her to him so that her back was flush against his chest. She sighed contentedly as she took in his warmth and the heady scent of his skin. Finding his hand, she laced her fingers through his, bringing their joined hands to rest on her chest just over her beating heart. Her last thoughts before being lulled to sleep by Thorin's steady breathing were that of never having felt so safe or so loved as she did in that very moment.
