Eclipse of Hearts ✔

8. Becoming His Queen [Vaughn]

"How far are they?" Vaughn asked his scout. 

"They are still gathering their armies. I heard they will aim at us."

He thought about the information, but it suited his plans. Erebor was like a fortress and he knew they would triumph over the orcs. He had already sent messages to the Iron Hills and Moria and he believed they could welcome extra forces soon, apart from the amounts of men that joined them every day. 

He wasn't worried. Actually this assault came at the right time. It was exactly what Thorin needed. He needed to draw his attention to the facts, setting the right priorities, and Vaughn knew very well how to help. After this attack he would forget that elf doll forever.

He sent the scout away and summoned his sister. She was serving Thorin's sister, although she gave almost no orders because she didn't need a servant. 

As soon as she knocked on the door softly, a smile appeared on his face. She looked beautiful - much more feminine than most dwarf women he knew. 

He placed his hand on the bench next to him and looked at her. "Tell me about your progress, Aymara."

"There's not much to tell yet," she answered softly. 

He lifted her chin when she avoided his glance, forcing her to look right into his eyes. "Oakenshield loves women with character."

Anyway, that was what he expected, for he had understood that elf whore had killed the giant orc of Gundabad - the reason there was a price on her head.

He pressed his nails in her chin when she looked down again, so that her eyes met his quickly.

"He hasn't even looked at me," she whispered. "A while ago he stood outside, staring in the distance, but I was nothing but air to him. 

"You have to try harder," Vaughn grumbled. "Or don't you want him, hmm?"

"I do," she whispered quickly. "He - he's attractive."

"He's a king and you will be his queen," he amended his sister. "The rest is meaningless." The corner of his mouth lifted a little. "It will not take long before he needs two comforting arms. Be there for him." He let go of her chin and caressed her cheek. "You're the most beautiful woman who's ever been in Erebor, Aymara. Don't be so insecure."

He saw that she intertwined her fingers nervously and he suppressed a sigh. Aymara was the only weak spot in his plan, but he needed her. As a woman she could manage things he couldn't. 

"What if he doesn't want me?" she whispered, making him even more angry. 

"Just make him wanting you. There are so few women here and the ones I've seen, can barely be called a woman." He grabbed her arm and threw her on the ground. She looked at him in fear. "You have to stay in shape." He lowered his pants. 

The look in her eyes was almost moving, but it only turned him on. 

"I mean it, Aymara," he spoke in a dangerous volume, where after she sat before him, crouched. 

She did not look at him, but he no longer cared. He leaned back on the bench, closing his eyes, while he felt her fingers around his hard member, followed by her soft, warm lips.