Hello there! Here is chapter 18 - and another warning this does contain some spicy content**** But there are some important plot developments that happen as well.

Hope it is worth the wait. 3 Happy reading! Reviews are most appreciated.

**Kardun - Khuzhdul for 'heart-man/ man of my heart

Chapter 18

Thorin woke only when the rays of the late morning sun caressed his face. He breathed in deeply, and a glorious scent hit his nose as something tickled his face. The fog of heavy sleep fled as he realized it was Mistlynn's warm scent of cinnamon laced with vanilla. He grinned sleepily as the previous night flashed through his mind.

She was tucked up tight against him, her head resting on his chest with her legs tangled in his. His arm was wrapped around her, his other hand splayed out on the soft skin of her bared hip. He leaned his face down, burying himself into her wild curls, savoring her scent and closeness as his arm tightened around her while pulling her closer to him.

Mistlynn let out a dreamy sigh, raising her knee so that she grazed his morning erection. He could not help but groan lowly at her from the contact, prompting a sleepy giggle to bubble from her lips.

"Mmhhhmm good morning, Yasun." She purred into his chest as her fingers traced a trail from his abs, past his chest and up his neck.

"Minx." He growled playfully into her ear before nipping her earlobe, prompting a squeal from her much to his delight. He skillfully pinned her beneath him as she giggled and tried to squirm out from underneath him. "And where do you think you're going." He breathed huskily into her neck as he started to tease her neck with his mouth.

Her eyes nearly fluttered shut at the intoxicating feeling of him lavishing her with his lips and tongue, but the moment was soon lost when his hand brushed down to the side of her ribcage and he started to tickle her. She gasped and squealed as she fought against him. She wrapped her legs around his middle and quickly flipped him on to his back, leaving her to straddle him victoriously.

He was laughing with a carefree smile on his face as he looked up at her through hooded eyes. The sight of her straddling him, her gloriously naked female form highlighted beautifully in the late morning light.

"Do you yield, My King?" She tightened the grip of her thighs against his midriff, arching her back teasingly so that the firm muscles of her ass rubbed his length.

He couldn't help the groan that fell from his lips at her movement, his hands gripping her muscular thighs tightly cradling him in response. "Mahal, you play dirty M'eudail." He panted, unable to take his eyes off her.

"What are you going to do about it?" She ran her nails up his body, making his breath hitch as she leaned over him, her ravished curls falling over shoulders and curtaining their faces. The warm sunlight made her curls glow like sun-bleached gold, enticing him to reach up and pull one gently before tangling his thick fingers into the glowing tresses.

He grasped the base of her neck right before he let out a deep growl, wrapping his other hand around her waist and flipping her over onto her back. "I am going to ravish my wife for being such a teasing minx." he said with a coy smile and a wink before molding his lips to hers. Mistlynn eagerly returned his kiss with an urgent hunger that had nothing to do with food.

A significant amount of time later….

Boneless, was the only word that could come to his mind as he lay there sweaty and breathless. The sex was mind-blowing, each time better than the last. She was an insatiable goddess that wrecked him each time she pushed him over the edge. It was apparent that she was going to challenge him in the bedroom just as much as she did in every other aspect of their life together. He loved her fire and drive. He always knew he wouldn't want a wife who was soft spoken and submissive. Amid their passion, she made him feel like he was invincible. The ghosts of his past were cast out into the far reaches of his mind by her light. For the first time in his life, his insecurities were silent. With her by his side, he could do anything.

"What is going through your head Kurdun? I can just see the wheels spinning."

He looked over at her with a disarming smile on his lips. She was laying on her side, propped up on her elbow as she looked down at him curiously.
"A great many things." He drawled, his voice sultry. He folded his arms behind his head and reclined back, perfectly relaxed against their pillows.

"Oh, is that so? Don't keep me in suspense." Intrigued, she looked at him expectantly.

He chuckled, obviously pleased with his current mindset. "I was thinking about the noises." He flashed his best troublemaker grin as he looked at her, his eyes bright with mischief.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Noises?" she muttered, before her eyes widened as she recalled the prior night and her nervous rant. She blushed as embarrassment flooded her face.

"Yes, noises. I believe you had some concerns about unpleasant noises during certain activities."

She grabbed the pillow that was underneath her and threw it at him, his laugh filling his belly from her reaction. She began throwing them repeatedly, only making him laugh harder as he grabbed the pillow to stop her assault. "You are such a brute." She growled, as she fought against his grip.

His laughter made it hard for her to remain embarrassed as he wrestled her back onto the bed, straddling on top of her, caging her hands above her head as he ripped the pillow from her grasp.

A loud tearing sound interrupted their tug of war as the pillow ripped and a cloud of white feathers burst into the air around them.

She gasped in surprise as she was momentarily blinded by feathers, allowing him the chance to take his free hand undoing the front of her shift to release her breasts, leaning down pulling and sucking on them with his mouth, making her shudder under his touch.

"I am particularly fond of the noises you make when I'm moving deep inside you, claiming your body over and over again." He chuckled darkly, his lips caressing against her sensitive skin. Mistlynn gasped, the feathers falling silently around them forgotten immediately as he moved his head slowly kissing down her body "Mine." He growled as he sank down to her increasingly wet folds.

She moaned breathlessly at the sensation of his beard scratching and tickling in between the soft skin of her thighs.

She let out a cry as he ran his tongue up the lips of her slit before he began sucking on her bundle of nerves, stroking that sensitive tender spot repeatedly.

She squirmed and bucked her hips, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "Thorin it's too much. I can't take it."

"You can M'eudail…I promise." Is all he said before diving back into her, sucking harder and stroking her faster with his tongue, devouring her as he pushed her pleasure higher and higher. Her climax shattered without warning; a sharp overwhelming release quaked through her body as her pleasure gushed out of her. Mistlynn panted breathlessly as her orgasm washed over her, leaving Thorin looking up at her from between her legs with a sexy, crooked smile as he coaxed her through her orgasm.

He took his sweet time as he kissed back up her stomach with lustful purpose. He was stopped in his tracks by her stomach gurgling loudly, rumbling under his lips. He chuckled at her groan as she squirmed underneath him. He looked up at her, amused. "Hungry, My Queen?"

"No, no. I'm fine." She groaned in frustration. It was a blatant lie, she was starving. But food wasn't a priority of hers at that moment. Her stomach rumbled again in contradiction.

"I should probably feed you first before I continue to ravish you." He teased, as he released her hands and pushed himself up and scooted to the edge of the bed. "We can't have you starving now, can we? I need you properly fed, and energy replenished for all that I plan to do to you."

With a cocky wink he was up. "I'll be right back." He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her pursed lips.

She pouted dramatically as she watched him put on his robe, still laying on her back on the bed surrounded by feathers.

They ate their meal together, joking about how their bed appeared to be the location of a great battle where many a valiant duck lost their down. It was utterly ridiculous, the story they weaved together as they collected the feathers and stuffed them back in the ruined pillowcase, only to dissolve into peals of soundless laughter when he reached into her tussled hair and pulled out the feathers that had been concealed in her tangled curls.

"They blend in!" he snickered as he started looking closer, only to find more in her wild locks.

"My hair is a disaster; it's going to take hours to comb through it.' She winced as her fingers were caught in a large tangle close to her scalp. "You made a right mess of it, you and your grabby hands." She accused teasingly.

"You should let me braid it, so I have something to hold on to." He whispered hotly into her shoulder before placing a kiss there. She could feel his lips curl against her skin into that sensual smile she was hopelessly addicted to as she tipped her head back to rest against him.

She hummed as she felt his fingers gently brush through her tresses. "That would be nice actually." She sighed as she nuzzled his neck directly under his jaw. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before sitting up to get off the bed again.

She watched him walk over to the dresser to gather a comb, hair oil and ties before walking back over to her. He settled behind her and started to gently section her hair. She hummed contentedly as he worked through her curls gently with a practiced ease.

She took this time to study the room around her, taking in all the details that had been hidden in the dark of the previous night. It was larger than she had expected, with large windows looking over the vast valley below them onto Dale and the glittering waters of the lake. A cohesive balance of the dark green and grey marble and a dark wood surrounded her. Floor to ceiling bookshelves were carved into the mountain and filled with old books and various weapons of ancient origin.

The furniture was of the same dark wood, elegantly carved and cushioned with rich oiled leather and metal studs. The only thing she recognized of his was Orcist and Deathless that were hanging in their new spots by an impressive desk by one of the big windows and door that led out to their private balcony. Besides his weapons, nothing of personal touch was evident.

"How long have you been in these rooms?" she asked, surprised that his office had a more personal touch than his own room.

"Since last night." He chuckled, not pausing in his task of taming her wild locks.

"Are we here just for our honeymoon then?"

"No, these are now our private quarters. I was going to let you pick the finishing touches to our home."

"Why were you not staying in here before?"

"These were my grandparents' quarters before Smaug came. When we reclaimed Erebor, I just stayed in my old rooms. Didn't see the point of moving in here when it was just me." His fingers were deftly braiding her hair, having removed all the tangles with a quick ease that surprised her.

The idea of them being the first to inhabit these rooms in over a century made a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She was only wearing his dark blue tunic from the night before since he ruined her shift during one of their passionate trysts. "I want to look around. I didn't realize how big it was last night. My handsome husband kept distracting me."

Thorin chuckled as he finished her long braid. "Very well. Look around and tell me what you wish to change."

She ran her hand down her elaborate braid and looked back at him in surprise. "Dis taught me. It's her favorite braid style." He wiggled his eyebrows, making her giggle.

"You're just full of surprises Kurdun." She kissed him soundly before getting up from the bed and stretching. His tunic hem reached her mid-thigh, allowing him to admire the creamy skin and feminine curve of her legs. One shoulder was exposed as the tunic slouched to one side as she allowed the sleeves to hang long over hands. She swung her arms as she walked around the room leisurely, taking in everything. She stopped at the shelving closest to the fireplace, studying the old weapons placed there. "Where these your grandfathers?" She asked, as she ran a finger along the dwarven sword, tracing the designs etched into the hilt.

"Yes." Was his simple reply as he sat on the bed, watching her explore. She knew he was admiring the view of her wearing his shirt, and she reveled in the knowledge that he still couldn't get enough of her.

"What was he like? You're Grandfather?"

The smile that was playing with her lips slowly disappeared as she turned to look at him over her shoulder and saw the distant and sad expression that flashed across his eyes. A melancholy smile graced his features as he looked down at his hands, fiddling with one of the rings that was on his hand. It was a signet ring, one that he undoubtedly inherited from his grandfather. She immediately regretted asking her question. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried. Forgive me."

He looked up at her sharply, his sadness vanishing instantly. "There is nothing to forgive M'eudail." He got up from the bed and walked over to her. "You have every right to ask that question." He sighed as he stood beside her, looking at the sword before he picked it up, and held it firmly in his grasp. "Dis brought his sword back with her from Ered Luin when she joined us here after the Battle of the Five Armies."

He twirled it nimbly in his hand, the ancient blade gleaming in the sunlight. "He was a mighty warrior. He taught me everything he knew when it came to fighting. He was an attentive grandfather, telling us stories of his adventures as a young Dwarrow, of all the trouble he and his brothers caused." His smile was faint, his eyes far away in memory. "He had a booming laugh, and he loved to sing. He loved music and loud parties. He adored my Grandmother, and often sat in the garden with her as she tended to her flowers. There isn't one happy moment in my childhood that doesn't have them both in it."

His expression became pained, prompting her to reach out and grab his free hand as he continued to stare at the blade, lost in painful memory. As her fingers intwined with his, he squeezed her hand, drawing comfort from her touch. "It was gradual at first, just quick little moments where he seemed to forget himself. Before we knew it, he was spending most of his time in the treasury just walking amongst it all in this fever like daze. He became short tempered and selfish. He became suspicious of everyone, even his own kin, of trying to steal from him. By the time Smaug came, he was no longer my Grandfather. He wasn't even upset that my Grandmother and Mother didn't make it out of Erebor when it fell, he could only mourn the loss of the Arkenstone." His jaw clenched at the memory. Snapping out of it he quickly placed the sword back on the shelf, as if it was burning his hand as he held it.

"The Arkenstone?" she repeated, trying to piece what he just told her with the little bit Ori and Balin had told her in their lessons.

"The King's Jewel." Thorin growled, as he looked down at their joined hands. It seemed like he wanted to say more, but he swallowed the words thickly as if he couldn't bring himself to speak them allowed.

"What happened to the Arkenstone?" She breathed, unable to tear her eyes from him. He sighed, running his hand over his face as a familiar mask slipped back in place, the carefree dwarf she had been having the time of her life with vanished behind the stoic façade of the Mountain King.

She stood directly in front of him and grasped his face in her hands. "Kardun, look at me." She ordered.

"You want me to open to you? You must trust me as well. It is just us here, you don't need to hide yourself from me."

He looked deeply into her eyes as he processed her words. After a moment he signed resignedly. "I had Balin lock it away, deep in the vault. It made m …MY Grandfather …sick."

"Dragon sickness?" She furrowed her eyebrows at his stutter and quick correction.

He nodded sharply. "Yes. It drove him insane, even without it in his possession he could never shake the control it had over him. It led him to believe that reclaiming Moria from the Goblins and Orcs was our people's salvation. He led our people into a massacre. He was slain by Azog first, then Frerin, Vili, Fundin, so many were killed, and my Adad …" His voice cracked with a long-repressed emotion that was fighting to emerge.

She reached up to grasp the back of his head and pulled him down to her. "Balin told me how you rallied your people, how you faced Azog and showed him you don't fuck around with the line of Durin."

Her coarseness made him smile faintly, despite the pain of the past swirling like a storm in his eyes. "Those were Balin's exact words?"

"I was paraphrasing, but you're missing my point." She smiled broadly as she nuzzled his nose with hers before capturing his lips in a soul searing kiss. It wasn't long before they were battling for dominance, lost in a clash of tongues and teeth as they devoured each other. Her hands were fisted in his tunic as she pulled him towards her as she walked backwards, seeking a flat surface to christen.

She stumbled into the desk by the window, causing her to smile against his mouth and giggle in victory as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips before burying her hands into his hair. He growled hungrily into her mouth as he placed her upon the surface of the desk, running his hands up her bare thighs and spreading them wider so that he could step in-between them.
He continued to rub his hands on her thighs, slowly pushing the tunic higher and higher until it couldn't be raised any higher. His hands wrapped around to her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk to have her flush with him.

He began to lavish her exposed shoulder with kisses. "I must say, I am partial to you wearing nothing but my shirt."

She giggled, running her leg up the back of his before wrapping it around his waist. "Really? That's funny because I prefer you shirtless." She grasped the opening of his shirt and ripped it forcefully down the middle.

He raised his eyebrows at she pushed the ruined shirt off his shoulders, a cat like grin on her face. "Actually, my first request as your wife and Queen, is that you are to never wear a shirt in this room. The moment the door is closed, shirt off immediately."

His mischievous smirk made her core clench. He placed his palms down on the desk and leaned forward, flexing his shoulders tauntingly. He noticed her eyes darken as she watched his muscular shoulders and arms flex and ripple under his tattooed skin. She bit her bottom lip, and he felt his cock grow hard. "Are you ogling me M'eudail?"

She ran her fingers down his chest, enjoying the feeling of his ab muscles clench under her exploration until she reached her goal, and unlaced his trousers before gripping his length. "So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

A snarl ripped out of his throat as he picked her up and laid her on her back before him. Her chest was heaving in excitement as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. He let his pants fall to the floor, releasing his straining length to bob against his stomach. She licked her lips in anticipation as he grabbed her from behind her knees and pulled her closer to him. He guided her legs up into the air and placed her ankles on his shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you until you are screaming my name." he growled between kisses he planted heatedly down her leg.

She moaned loudly as she felt him heavy against her throbbing entrance. He pushed himself through her slick folds, making her pant with need. "For the love of Mahal, stop teasing me." She hissed as her fingers clenched tightly around his forearms.

"As you wish." He purred before he sunk his length into her hot depths. Mistlynn gasped at the sudden fullness, her back bowing off the table at the intensity of him filling her completely in this new position.

"Gods, you feel so good, so hot, so tight." He gritted out as he picked up a thorough pace that stretched her completely, reaching deeper inside her than they both thought possible.

Her breathy moans soon became desperate mewls of rapture, fueling him to snap his hips into her at a faster pace. It wasn't long until he felt her fluttering around him. "T-Thorin! Oh, Thorin, don't stop!"

"I can feel you M'eudail. Are you going to cum for me?" his deep voice was raspy, prickling along her skin and adding to her ecstasy.

"Y-yes! Gods, Thorin Yes!" her cries grew louder with each thrust of his hips.

'Louder! Scream my name!" he commanded as he watched her squirm on the quaking desk in desperation.

"T-Thorin!" a shuddering scream escaped her trembling lips as her orgasm seized her, fiery waves of her pleasure rolling through her body.

Thorin's orgasm surprised him as her body seized tightly around him, milking him fully with each shockwave of pleasure that radiated from deep within her. He leaned over her, sweaty and panting as she collapsed in a trembling heap on the desk. His head rested on her heaving stomach, allowing them both to collect themselves as they came down from their high.

"I thought we were going to break the desk." She gasped, as she ran her hand absentmindedly through his thick black hair.

"I'm surprised we didn't." He huffed with a chuckle before placing a loving kiss on her trembling stomach before pushing himself up, making the desk creak loudly with the sudden shift of additional weight. A loud thud from underneath the desk made them look at each other in surprise before they started laughing.

"We did break it!" Mistlynn giggled as she watched him step back so that he could crouch down to see where the sound came from.

"There is a hidden compartment that just dropped open!" she heard him exclaim in surprise, prompting her to sit up and slide off the desk onto shaky legs.

He crawled back out from underneath the desk, with an old leather book clasped in his hand. "How odd." He murmured as he studied it in his hands.

"Why would someone hide a book in a secret compartment?" Mistlynn was standing alongside him, looking around his arm down at the book.

He gently opened it, allowing the stiff yellowed pages to flutter open on a random page. His eyes grew wide as he recognized the handwriting on the page.

"What? What is it?" She placed her hand on his shoulder, concern lacing her tone as she watched surprise then that deep sadness return to his gaze as he began to flip through the pages.

"This is my grandfather's handwriting. It's his journal." Came his hushed reply, as if speaking louder would summon the past to join them in the room. "I didn't know he kept a journal." He spoke more to himself as he briefly scanned the pages. He blanched after a moment of skimming through the account before suddenly slamming it shut. He stared at the leather-bound volume as if it had personally offended him before he tossed it back onto the desk.

"Kardun?" she asked gently, rubbing her hand comfortingly along his shoulder blade.

He blinked rapidly before tearing his gaze away from the journal back towards her and into the present moment. She took note of the forced smile that curved his lips yet did not reach his eyes. "Its nothing. Just a surprise. I didn't realize he took the time to write."

She cocked her head slightly to the side, studying him before she kissed his shoulder, tracing the tattoo he had depicting the Crown of Durin softly with her finger. "I feel like a warm bath." She started to walk backwards slowly, her hand tracing down from his shoulder along his arm before intertwining her fingers with his. "Join me."