TW: Sex. There is non-graphic sex below after the chess game so I left it in. Mentions of babies and pregnancy and marriage below.

Robert Plant & Alison Krauss - Rich Woman

Panic! At the Disco - Death of a Bachelor

Ed Sheeran - Shivers

Cody Carson's cover of Jason Derulo's - Talk Dirty (HE LICKS THE MIC. HE LICKS IT. OMG.)

Rhianna - Dance In the Dark

Eric Carmen - Hungry Eyes

Walk the Moon - Kamikaze

Chapter 26

"Your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. Enjoy the Ride." - Anthony Bourdain

Dís had to give her the grand tour of the estate (because Thorin wasn't going to be able to keep his hands to himself if he got her alone long enough). Eight bedrooms, six lavatories (all very much like one Zarin and Harjl had in their home, just better decorations), three studies, two parlors, one library which was slightly more sparse than Thorin's study, the central hearth and formal living room, a formal dining area, an informal dining area with a smaller hearth, a kitchen with servants who curtsied to her and called her 'my lady', and an informal living room.

Grandmama and granddaddy would have been absolutely green with envy.

Lunch consisted of a roast pheasant in a thin brown gravy with juniper berries. Boiled potatoes with herbs on the side. Erdene, having only ever seen the tree/bush as decoration had no idea that some types were edible. Apparently dwarves used it in everything as a seasoning.

Huh.

That explained some things about people's reactions to her middle name earlier.

"You two," Dís said as she led Erdene down a hall to the courtyard behind the house, "have held out quite a bit longer than I gave either of you credit for."

Blushing once more, the tips of her ears and nose pink, Erdene managed a small laugh. "We really haven't." If her stomach and the revelation that she was able to get pregnant every month hadn't stalled out their exploration of second base, she and Thorin would probably have skipped lunch for sex.

Lots and lots of sex.

The double doors to the courtyard outside were the same as the others throughout the house, dark stained wood with copper knobs. These, though, had royal blue stained glass windows filtering the light into a warm blue that danced like water on the hardwood floors.

"Oh, aye, you were alone for a while," Dís winked at her, "but not long enough to consummate."

"Dís!"

The dam cackled a little, unlocking and opening one door to open it to the courtyard. "We are dwarrow, nan'ith, and you'll find we last a bit longer in the bed than a man does. When my husband and I finally gave in and declared courting privileges, our party hadn't ended. We barely made it to his room." She shook her head, her beads clicked softly as she smiled at Erdene in memory. "If you are half as stubborn as my brother, you'll both make it to dusk."

Dusk. A breeze of cold winter air hit Erdene as they walked into the courtyard. "What happens at dusk?"

"That is when a couple is typically allowed to retire for the evening." Dís motioned to an area with what looked like leather mats. "There is the training area my brother and sons use." She pointed across the walkway, at least ten feet across with blue-gray stones, to a garden area. At least ten by twenty filled with tarp covered garden beds and several more fruit trees. "That is my garden, and here," she walked them through the courtyard to a slightly differently colored part of the building just off the kitchens. "Here is the forge."

Of course they have their own forge. Why wouldn't they? Dís let her into the small space. Is that an actual ingot? It was gray and steel colored, sitting on a shelf by the dead fire.

Would Thorin let her watch him work? He never took his shirt off at the blacksmith's, but he rolled up his sleeves to reveal those absolutely gorgeous arms of his and… And she grabbed his arm not an hour ago as he fucked her with two thick fingers. He really was much stronger than her. He really did have a lot of thick, hard muscles, he felt like a warm wall of carved stone under her fingers, against her body and if that wasn't ridiculously hot-

Dís was laughing at her.

Blushing, Erdene played with the tail of her braid. "Yeah, yeah, go on an' laugh, but you definitely got bent over one of these tables. I'd put money on it."

A faint scarlet flashed across Dís' high cheekbones, lighting up the the tops of her ears. "Oh, aye, nan'ith, more than once. I believe Fíli was conceived right on that bench."

Erdene's eyebrows rose. "just the bench? Not against the wall too?"

"Wall, floor, bench, table, we were one and newly wed. I'd say nearly every serviceable surface in the estate has seen my bare arse or my husband's, if not both."

Which sent Erdene giggling, "Dwarven strength and stamina."

Smirking, Dís ushered Erdene out of the forge. "You laugh now, nan'ith, but wait until you're sore and asking for a bath to soothe aching thighs and hips."

Honestly, she was already a little sore. Thorin had thick fingers and she hadn't had sex in almost three years. There was a pleasant ache between her legs and inside her. Didn't mean she wasn't going to ride him into the sunset later. Or tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon and evening. "Uh huh, sugar don't go actin' like you haven't been there or done that."

Looping her arm with one of Erdene's, Dís took the led back to the house. "Lass, I am so pleased you are you. My brother has led a difficult life. I wondered often if perhaps he didn't have a One simply because of who he is and the person he had to become for his people." She squeezed Erdene's arm gently, finding (just as her brother had) muscle there. "Our mother feared he would be alone all of his life. I believe she would have liked you. She would have adored your barins."

Barin. Scottish word for baby/child/little ones. Actually, "Um…Thorin mentioned something earlier about that. I think I spooked him a little with my answer."

Spooked? Dís mouthed the word, mulling it over.

"Unnerved him, rather," Erdene supplied, "and I assume you've had your cycle or Fíli and Kíli wouldn't exist."

Cycle? Odd words.

"Courses? We refer to it as our cycles or periods where I'm from."

"Oh, aye, fat lot of good that it does me with no husband." Dís rolled her eyes. "Don't worry nan'ith, I already added supplies to our final order from our grocer to account for you, should you have yours before we leave."

Well thank goodness for that, because she would, but still. "Thorin said that dam have their cycle every three months."

Head bobbing, "yes, we do."

Like a band-aid, just rip. "I have mine every month."

And Dís stopped walking. She didn't slow to a stop. Her feet didn't move from where she had just stepped as she stared at Erdene seriously and with slight horror as she let out a disbelieving near shout of, "Every month?"

Sheepishly Erdene shrugged. "It's how women are built."

Every. Month. "But the pain! Doesn't it drive you mad? And all of that gunk-"

"Endometrial lining."

"Whatever it is, like little bits of liver uncooked. And you have it every month!" Dís had let Erdene's arm go in favor of partially covering her mouth. "Mahal's breath child, no wonder women have so many children and are in such a foul mood daily." Mahal, perhaps dam had it better. Four times a year was nothing compared to almost thirteen!

Her brother was rightfully alarmed. Typically the couple had months, in some cases, years, to complete the betrothal gift before the marriage ceremony and a babe came along. The girl before her could have a barin in her by year end, Dís didn't doubt it. Which left her brother with very little time to make a gift. Not with the way they touched each other. Their passion was barely restrained as was, there would be no waiting for them to make it through several months of waiting!

It would be wonderful to have a baby around again, though.

Her brother mentioned children. Many of them. Perhaps this was the way it was supposed to be for them. Why else would his match be part woman, part dam?

Thoughtful, Dís recomposed herself before asking, "you mentioned this for a reason."

This is so awkward. Erdene worried her bottom lip, "Is it common for a newly courting couple to get pregnant before the betrothal gift is finished? Also, how does marriage and betrothal work if I'm pregnant? The odds are good I will be before next year. And why do we have to ask for courting privilege? And-"

Durin's great axe!

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Dís closed her eyes and begged the Maker for patience. Her brother should have already discussed these things with his intended before they began to court, but, just like always, Thorin's mind was on the overall and not the small details.

Well he'd be waiting a bit longer for them to return than planned. Dís looped her arm with Erdene's and headed them both toward the doors once more. "Come, let's return to my parlor. I've a feeling we have much to talk about."

Courting privilege was a royalty thing and only royalty. Rulers, future rulers and their progeny were expected to make nice. Had they been in Ered Luin, in Thorin's Hall, both Thorin and Erdene would have been expected to greet everyone who came to their courtship ceremony, and receive their congratulations and then stay to mingle. There would have been an all day reception including a banquet of luncheon and supper.

Their twenty minutes alone in her bedroom definitely wouldn't have happened.

Dís noted that the laws had changed slightly in the last 250 years. Once upon a time, a several decades before a fire breathing drake stole a mountain, dwarven royalty had to refrain from consummating until after their betrothal. Courtship was for getting to know one another since princes, princesses and heirs weren't technically supposed to marry for strategic reasons.

Not for love.

Then Thrain saw his soulmate in a Dale marketplace and did everything within his power to change the laws. He broke his own engagement to an Ered Mithrin noble dam (who as family legend noted was relieved because the dam had no desire to marry at all) and married Thorin's, Dís and Frerin's mother instead. Thror allowed it for his own reasons, which (as family legend went) he kept close to the chest.

(Dis speculated that while her grandfather and grandmother did care for one another, they were not One. While they may have loved one another, and worked as an excellent team, they were a match made for political reasons.)

No. There had never been a blatantly pregnant dam in the history of the Durin line. That didn't mean there weren't any, just that their conditions were too early to determine if they were or not at the time of the marriage ceremony.

By the time Erdene and Dís returned to the formal living area, they found Balin playing chess with Thorin, and Fíli and Kíli had gone off to do whatever those two tended to do without one another.

Dís rolled her eyes upon finding her brother and cousin, the game had been going for quite some time by the look of it. Poor Balin had lost one knight, one tower, three pawns, a wizard and was about to lose his queen. Thorin set up a decent trap. He would have Balin's king in six moves. Of course, if Balin was smart, and backed off to distract Thorin, he could win back a wizard and threaten Thorin's king long enough to win back a knight and force a checkmate.

Balin paused, studying the board, rubbing his chin and stroking his beard. Thorin sat patiently waiting for Balin to think while wearing a slightly smug expression.

Dís bumped her shoulder after catching her watching their game, "you play?"

Which drew both Thorin and Balin's attention.

Clear sky blue eyes rose from the table to meet hers as Erdene answered, "yeah…I have since I was a little girl."

His one, so full of pleasant surprises. Thorin watched her attempt to restrain herself, her hands clasping together, fingers twisting while she pressed both of her lips together in a firm line. He glanced back to Balin watching as his old friend and cousin reached to tip his king.

"You have him in fourteen moves and you're giving up?" Erdene burst before she slapped her hand over her mouth, blushed profusely in embarrassment and said, "sorry, sorry, ignore me."

Dís cackled, smacking Erdene's back. "Brother, I think you've met your match!"

Thorin too looked over the board. He could estimate the next six or seven, perhaps up to nine if the player was someone he knew well, like his sister, nephews or his cousin.

Fourteen…Balin looked over the board. He was an old warrior, not so much of a tactician as he was a diplomat. But…ah…he saw it. Balin leaned back in his chair, tapping his nose. "Lass, would you like to-"

Erdene was switching seats with him a breath later. Amber eyes met Thorin's across the small table. "I'm sorry in advance. It's not personal." And then she took up the piece he planned to take from Balin with the next round and moved.

Fourteen moves later, Thorin was in fact tipping his king on its side.

She was biting her lower lip in that way once more. "Best two out of three?"

Thorin wanted to see if she could do it again. He agreed readily.

The second afternoon bell was ringing when he again dropped his king to its side.

Fíli and Kíli whooped from their viewing spots on the sofa. Dís began to laugh hard enough for tears to appear at the corners of her eyes. Balin clapped, bowing his head slightly to Erdene who blushed again and shrugged her small shoulders. Her small fingers played with one piece, the queen of course, turning it over and over in her right hand. Gazing at Thorin shyly with amber eyes. While biting her lower lip.

How it struck Thorin, the knowledge that the shy, sweet, kind woman before him was his match. His one. Made for him as he was her. Why would she not have a mind of her own as well?

He stood up from the chess table offering her his hand. She took it without hesitation, setting the chess piece down next to the king. Erdene titled her head, watching him watch her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. They darkened, raking her from head to toe.

"I request courting privilege," Thorin said not a moment later.

He'd kissed her not half a heartbeat after he asked for courting privilege and, truthfully, she had been too distracted by his kisses to bother paying attention to anything but him. Fumbling with trying to go up the stairs while kissing him back, Erdene was pushed and held against the wall on the stairs, moaning at the feel of him hard and thick, grinding against her ridiculously wet cunt. His hand cupped her chin, tilting her head and neck to the side, baring her throat for him to bite, lick, suck and mark.

Erdene clutched desperately at him, sinking her fingers into his hair once more and anchoring him there while he marked her. His head rose after a moment, watching with satisfaction as her skin grew rosy from his beard and just over her pulse a small pinkish-blue bruise was forming.

Her lips bruised, swollen from his kisses, topaz eyes heavy lidded as he swept her up in both arms and carried her to his room.

If Erdene had managed to take a quick glance around Thorin's bedroom, she would have found it was technically a small suite. A small study corner, with two more packed bookcases floor to ceiling and a dark stained desk with a large, sturdy chair of similar color to both the desk and the bookcases. He had his own smaller fireplace, a cast iron pot set to the side with a metal cup waiting to be filled. A plush dark blue chair by the nightstand to the left of the bed with a black and green quilt thrown over it. A wash basin on a dresser, the dresser stained a similar dark color as the bookcases and desk. A door in the wall between dresser and bookcases. There were weapons on the walls as she expected there might be in the room of a warrior. Deathless, Thorin's broadsword, sat above the small fireplace, across from the bed. There was even a large golden harp near the desk and bookcases.

Erdene did not, however, have a chance to look at Thorin's room. Her fingers worked on his laces the second his belt was torn off and thrown unceremoniously elsewhere. He ripped his tunic, and vest, over his head before helping her unknot the laces of his trousers.

Thorin found small cool fingers trailing over his forearms, up his biceps to his shoulders and down to the planes of his chest. They caught on a long, thick scar just slightly darker than the rest of his skin.

"What is this from?" She whispered, gazing up at him with topaz in her eyes.

"The battle of Azanulbizar, toward the end, an orc tried to split me in two. I took his head."

She leaned forward planting a line of small kisses along the scar. Her fingers traced another on his left shoulder. "This one?"

His fingers laced into her hair, cupping the back of her neck. "Raiders attacked our people during the trek across Middle Earth."

"I hope you got them." Her lips pressed down on the scar gently.

"I did." He murmured breathlessly. "Do you plan to kiss all of my old wounds?"

Erdene surged up, planting her mouth against his. Her fingers tangled once more in his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp - Maker help him. He groaned into her mouth, his hands on her bottom, squeezing pliant flesh with both hands. Her answering moan as she rubbed herself against him once more made his cock throb almost painfully.

Thorin began to gather her dress and the shift underneath in both hands, pooling it around her waist. "Arms up."

Obligingly, she lifted her arms and he pulled both the dress and the shift up over her head. Her breast binds were the same peach color of her panties, lacing tightly closed at the front. Much to his delight a light blush began to flush her skin a darker shade and, oh Mahal, it touched her freckled breasts, her freckled stomach and lost itself somewhere just below the line of her panties.

He tossed the dress and shift toward the single chair in the corner by his bed while she toed off her boots and kicked them away.

"I take it you like what you see?" Erdene murmured, watching him with topaz eyes. Her fingers trailed through the dark hair on his chest, down his pectoral muscles to his stomach. No one got a body like this going to the gym everyday. Thorin's body was all granite hard muscles and steel cables of sinew born from hard work and training.

And she could not wait to feel him over her, moving inside her again. This time something thicker and harder than two of his talented fingers.

His fingers found the knotted bow holding her breast bind together. One good hard tug unraveled it, the laces giving out, her breasts rebelling against their binds. "Very much."

Her fingers moved between them to the waist of his trousers. "So do I."

Thorin tugged the rest of her breast bind away, tossing it near her dress, marveling at how each filled his hands like they were meant to fit. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Dusky pink nipples hardened to peaks as he rolled them between thumbs and forefingers. Soft sighs of pleasure from Erdene's lips guided his movements. A gentle squeeze, followed by a tug had her grinding against him once more, eliciting a sharp, "Ah, Thorin!"

He growled out, "so responsive," before taking her mouth again in a demanding kiss, his hands moving from her breasts to her thighs, encouraging her to spread them, "arms around my neck, ekûnê."

Erdene wrapped her arms around his neck, finding herself off the floor once more, her legs being guided around his waist as he walked them to the bed. Oh, fuck, he was pressing right where she needed him, all hard and thick and it took so little effort to rub her wet, needy pussy against his clothed cock.

With a growl he tossed her down on the bed, hands still wrapped around the backs of her thighs and yanked her forward to the edge. He began to roll one stocking down her left leg, "patience ibinê."

Patience? He wanted her to be patient. Pouting, her lower lip almost trembling, "Thorin, please? I need you, please?"

He pulled the stocking from her foot and tossed it too over toward her dress. "Show me."

Huh?

He rolled the other stocking down and tossed it off to the side as well. Then his fingers hooked in the damp crotch of her panties, blue eyes dark with lust, as he began to pull them down as well. "Show me, ekûnê, how badly you need me."

Oh. Fuck.

Well this was a first. Touching herself on a long distance phone call with her boyfriend, been there done that. Rubbing herself during a particularly hot scene to make her boyfriend stop watching the movie and start fucking her, check. Sexting and video calls, also check. Having someone, her soulmate, watch while she touched herself, brand new territory.

Erdene raised her hips and her legs, watching as Thorin pulled her panties off completely. They too joined her dress. If the predatory way he was watching her was anything to go by, mmm, smash.

She began by bracing her heels on the bed, finding him wrapping his big warm hands just around the backs of her calves, as he watched her with dark blue, half lidded eyes. Two fingers from her right hand sliding down the plush of her stomach to the damp dark brown curls between her legs, her thighs flexed with a flutter of want. Could he see how wet she was? Her fingers began to glide over and between her pussy lips, parting just at her clit to allow her to rub in small concise circles.

Thorin's breathing echoed hers, almost panting as he watched her dip further down and slide two fingers into her wetness. A sharp inhale from him as she sank both fingers into herself before dragging them back up to circle her clit again. A breathless sigh emerged from her lips, as she began to move her fingers in and out of herself, watching as Thorin's lips parted. His tongue wetted them while he watched her. His fingers were so much thicker than hers, she felt them tighten the slightest bit on her calves.

She pressed a third finger in, her thumb flicking her clit, her cunt throbbing and clenching in demand for something bigger, thicker. Her other hand found a nipple, pinching it, gently tugging, as her breathing began to turn into small gasps. Of their own volition, her thighs tried to close around her hand to relieve some of the need and the ache.

Thorin pulled them back open roughly with a dark, borderline dangerous, "a fourth finger, ibinê. Now."

Shivering in response, Erdene curled her pinky against her ring finger and eased it into her pussy as well. So full. Her back and hips cleared the bed, obscenely wet sounds came from between her thighs, and a ragged low moan bubbled up from within her chest.

Thorin's rough, calloused hands slid up her calves to part her thighs further, "is it still not enough, ekûnê?"

He wanted her to answer him? Fuck. Head thrashing from side to side on the bed, Erdene managed to sob out a vehement, "No!" followed by a pleading, "Thorin, I need, I need, please-"

His hands were on her upper thighs now, pushing them further apart, pushing them back and open as something hard, thick and much larger than her four fingers lined up against her wetness. Gently Thorin took her wrist in one hand, guiding it up until her wet fingertips met his lips.

Oh. Sweet. Fucking. Christ.

He began to clean her fingers with his tongue, slowly, deliberately methodical in every movement. And what a talented tongue he had, wrapping around her fingers to clean every drop of her slick, looking like he was enjoying the taste.

Was it possible for a human being to combust from sheer need?

Her free hand moved between them, wrapping around his hard, thick, bare cock. He was above average, maybe seven and a half inches, and wide as he was girthy, the tip of her middle finger barely made contact with her thumb nail. Solid as the rest of his body. When did he get rid of his pants-

Thorin nipped at her fingers after they were clean. "If you touch me so ibinê-" the rest of his words were lost on an almost pained groan as she did indeed pump him, once, twice, a third time before he grabbed that wrist as well and removed her touch. "Impatient." His voice was a rasp as he stilled her hips with one hand.

Erdene shimmied closer beneath and against him, "we've both waited a lifetime for this, Thorin, please."

Mahal. He cannot deny that. Or her. He pushed his foreskin back, baring the dark head before allowing the head to slip along her juices, coating himself in them before pressing against her, finding her hot, welcoming and so maddeningly tight.

Oh…fuck it is so much better without a condom. So. Much. Better.

The steady, demanding stretch of his thick cock, pushing into her much too slowly. He rocked back and forth firmly and it wasn't nearly fast enough. Erdene wrapped her legs around his waist, barely able to hook her ankles, he was so wide. She raised her hips on his next steady thrust, allowing him to sink in further.

His grip on her hips tightened, his head bowing, "patience, ekûnê. I don't want to hurt you."

She could appreciate he wanted to be gentle with her. She really could. Tomorrow. After he fucked her brains out tonight. They could do all the sweet love making shit later.

Right now she grabbed at his neck and the back of his head with both hands, running her fingernails over his scalp and demanded in a rough, wanton voice octaves lower than her usual tone, "harder." And then she bit her lower lip.

Later, Thorin would note he was right, he could not resist her when she bit her lip and he was inside her.

His hips snapped forward, burying the last four or so inches of his cock all at once in her heat. And she took him with a low moan, arching her hips and back, her breasts bouncing, topaz eyes closing in bliss. Her walls throbbed around him, clenching and unclenching in a torturous succession, he needed to move or his sanity might leave him. And still her fingers in his hair, at the base of his neck pulling him down to her lips, his mouth taking hers as he began to thrust in steady, deep strokes that made her clutch at his back, his neck and shoulders. Made her whimper, sigh and moan against his lips.

There's no room for a soft leisurely pace. That can come later. After they know each other's bodies and their lives are bound together.

Thorin moved, taking her hard, and Erdene met him thrust for thrust.

Her nails drag down his shoulders while he licks, bites, sucks on one of her nipples. His thumb moves between them, playing with her clit the way she showed him earlier. Her cries of yes, and his name change to hard, sharp, inarticulate gasps. Her hands came up, anchoring him there, one on the nape of his neck, one in his thick, dark hair.

He took it as the encouragement it was meant to be and began sucking on her breast in earnest. It was his teeth that did it. The scrape of them, the gentle, firm bite on her nipple had Erdene moaning loud, as her pussy began convulsing around his thrusting cock. He threw his head back, lips wet, groaning in pleasure as her orgasmic giggles became a sigh of:

"You didn't-" He shifted the angle, adjusting her hips upward so he was stroking her g-spot every time he moved. "Ah…finish, oh my-"

He wrapped one arm under her, pulling her up against his chest, "you have had men, ekûnê, I am not a man. And I am not easily sated."

Erdene mewled, her nails digging into his back muscles as his thrusts became steady pounding, he bounced against her ass and the backs of her thighs. He was almost bending her in half now, her knees pressed against her breasts and oh- oh- oh- with the change in angle he was rubbing right at her g-spot. "Thorin- ah! I don't know if I can-"

And then his thumb moved over her clit again and, yes she could. Her body shook and shivered as her eyes rolled upward, and her walls began to throb once more, this time squeezing him so tightly, Thorin loosed a strangled groan that sounded like her name before his hips took on erratic pace and he too lost himself to orgasm.

Her giggles the only sound breaking his panting, "fuck…that was so worth the wait."

His head rose from her shoulder, blue eyes dark with lust and amusement, "aye, very much." Thorin stroked his thumbs over her hips. "Was I too rough?"

Erdene, like always when she didn't understand something he asked, cocked her head slightly at him, blinking at him with blue-topaz eyes. "That was nowhere near my definition of rough." Her grin was knowing and telling and mischievous.

Mahal. "I look forward to understanding your definition of rough." He murmured before pressing his lips to hers tenderly.

"I love you." Erdene nuzzled into his neck, pressing her lips against his. "I love you so much, Thorin."

He hummed thoughtfully, returning her small kisses with a longer, deeper one of his own that drew her tongue into his mouth. "And I you, amrâlimê."

If you made it this far: I am fully transfered over to AO3 now. If you'd like to join me over there, there wil be more smut. You may miss out entierly on chapter 27 because it primairly smut.