The Bat

chapter 1

You had been waiting for his return and the day finally arrived. Thorin returned to you and in your arms at last. As the remaining army approached from the battle outside Moria you rushed to greet them. You peeked over the heads of the other dwarves around you to catch a glance at Thorin. He had been courting you for months now, but he insisted on waiting to marry you until Erebor was reclaimed. He said he wanted to make sure that the two of you would have a home together, but you didn't care where you lived, as long as you had Thorin by your side. A great cheer rang up as the army returned but soon the waving and cheering stopped and silence followed. At the head of the group was Thorin, head hung low and behind him several dwarves carried a stretcher. A torn, bloody cloak used as a sheet to cover the body laid upon it. You suddenly realized King Thror laid under it. You were too far away from Thorin to reach him before he left for his room, clearly needing your comfort. You followed him, knocked on his door, and entered. Thorin looked up at you, but his eyes that usually had a life to them were dull and gray.

"Please, leave me to my grief."

You noticed that he had not taken off his battle armor. Dried blood and dirt clung to his face, hair, and clothing. Was that his blood? Was it is grandfathers?

"We need to get you out of these clothes and into a bath. Please, Thorin. Look at me." You cupped his chin and he rested his hand over yours. His lips brushed against your skin has he moved to kiss your fingertips.

"I wish to be alone with my thoughts."

You straightened yourself and went into the adjoining room, fitted with a great tub. The pipes brought hot water from the hot springs nearby. You pulled the lever and watched the tub fill. The steam caressed your skin and left small beads of water on your neck. When you reentered Thorin's bedroom, Thorin had seated himself in an oversized arm chair, fitted with furs.

"Get up. Let us remove your armor and wash away your grief. If only for a bit." Thorin smiled but it seemed forced. You unclasped his armor setting it on the table in front of the fire. You tried removing his chainmail, unsuccessfully due to the weight. Thorin found it amusing and his smile warmed your heart. The only thing left was a thin shirt and pants. You tugged on the shirt, lifting it off and over his head. You had not seen Thorin's body before but it was marvelous. Thick black hair coated his chest, traveling down to his naval and disappearing into his trousers. You blushed a little and tried to pull your eyes away from his form. As you did so, you took note of his battle scars and muscled arms. Thorin brushed your hair back behind your shoulder and took a long look at you.

"You better get in before the water gets cold."

Thorin started to undo the laces of his trousers and you turned away to give him privacy. The two of you were not married yet, although many Durins folk regarded the two of you as such. You heard Thorin walk into the adjoined room and get into the tub. You peered around the doorway and caught the look of relief spread across his face. A slight "ahh.." coming from his lips. He dipped his head under and came up scrubbing at his face. You walked over and leaned down next to the tub. You grabbed a cloth and a bar of soup, lathering it up. You gently grabbed his hand and started cleaning his fingers, making sure to get between each one, then moving to his hand and the rest of his arm, up to his shoulders. You scrubbed gently and moved in a circular motion. Thorin rested his head back on the tub and closed his eyes. As you made it up to his shoulder you worked your way over to his chest, moving in circles, and moved lower towards where the rest of his body was covered in water. You went further going pass the water line and working your way down to his groin. His eyes snapped open and he grabbed your hand, pulling it hard. You gasped, but only for a second. He stood up, the water rolling off of his body and before your face was his erect cock. You took a sharp breath. It was much bigger than what you had expected. There were rumors about the line of Durin and what the men carried but you did not expect this. It was a good length but thick, so thick you wondered if you'd ever be able to fit it inside you.

"Stand up."

You raised yourself from the floor and Thorin undid the laces on the front of your dress, pushing the sleeves down your arm. Your dress fell to the floor and making you vulnerable. You crossed your arms, trying to cover yourself.

"Do not hide. I want to look at you."

And so he did, taking in your figure. He stared at your face and worked his way down your neck, licking his lips when he stopped to take in your plump breasts and full hips, hips that could carry children. His eyes wondered further down and lingered at the small patch of hair that covered you. He grabbed you by the hips lifting you up, bring you towards him. You wrapped you legs around his back and he moved his hands to your buttocks, supporting your weight. He lowered the two of you into the tub and placed you in his lap. You could feel his erection against your thigh and it stirred a feeling in your groin. Thorin brought his hand up to your face, cupping it and bringing it down. His kiss was gentle but after you returned the kiss did he become more needy. His thumbs caressed your cheeks and you invited his tongue into your mouth. His hand traveled, down your neck, along your back, and down to your hips. Thorin resting his hands on your thighs, squeezing tightly, all the while caressing your body with his lips. He nipped at your neck taking his time while traveling to your breasts. He stopped there and flicked your left nipple with his tongue. A sensation shot through your spine and you let out a small gasp. His fingers felt electric against your skin and the warmth of his breath made your body tingle. You ran your fingers through his mane, gripping a little tighter when he moved his mouth to your other nipple. His hands moved away from your thighs and you felt the tip of his finger massage your clit. The movement of his finger with the feel of the water left you breathless. You felt another finger but this one entered you. You felt yourself clench around it. Thorin let out a chuckle and placed his other hand on your back to steady you. Another finger slipped inside and Thorin started to pump steadily them in and out of you. Eventually quickening his speed, you could feel your climax arriving but he slipped his fingers out and ceased the attack on your clit. Thorin locked eyes with you and brushed your hair of your face.

"May I?" he asked.

You couldn't form the words so you nodded, needing what he wanted to do to you. You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and he entered you, painfully slow. Taking his time so that you took in all of his length. You started to move your hips, slow at first, then quicker as your pleasure increased. Thorin growled and tightly gripped your hips, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. You felt his hand return to your clit as he started to flick it repeatedly with every thrust. Your breathing became heavy, sighs leaving your mouth. Stars danced in your eyes as your climax hit you, clenching around Thorin's cock you heard him cry out your name, feeling his seed release inside you, you rode out his climax and collapsed into his chest. The warmth of his body felt wonderful against the coolness of the water. Thorin ran fingers through your hair and neither of you spoke. He broke the silence first.

"We didn't get very clean, did we?"

You giggled and kissed his forehead.

"No, especially since most of the water ended up outside the tub."

Thorin's eyes darkened and he brought your face down for a kiss. As he pulled away, he said, "I think we should continue this in the bedroom."