➤𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 1
➤𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘹 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯
The old books you found in the basement tell the story about another world dominated by magic and wonder, full of different races and beautiful lands. What you didn't expect was to fi...
It's funny, how gold could lose its charm so fast. When I first laid my eyes on the treasure within the Lonely Mountain I was breathless, now I was gazing at the gold necklace Gandalf gave me with a vague sense of disgust. I sighed as I tossed it somewhere in the room, burying my head in the pillows.
I had woken up in the middle of the night to stare at the moon from my bed, I hand't hear from any of the dwarves or Bilbo since I fell asleep in the afternoon, I wouldn't go to sleep again as I felt good enough to keep going, but I was never so troubled like now. "I am surprised you toss away something so beautiful as you."
My heart racing, I quickly standed up and turned to face Thorin Oakensheild with what I hope is a look of courageous defiance. He stands with his hands held limp behind his back, half of his face swathed in shadows, I can still make out the outline of his brow. He dips his chin, his unblinking eyes never leaving me. "Did you liked your meal?"
"Y-Yeah, it was truly delicious..." The corners of his lips lift into a small smile and, emboldened, I go on. "What... Are you doing in my room at this hour?"
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He is silent. Eyes lowering to the blanket covering me, he slowly walks towards the mattress. Every muffled footstep echoes loudly, now more than ever I wish for the company of the Company, being alone with the sicken Thorin was something to be scared about, with him standing only a few inches away, I feel the same sense of insecurity and excitement.
"Thorin..." I say to him, moving back a bit as I knew what he wanted. Hurriedly, I try to figure out something to say, anything to break the silence and interrupt his suddenly focused gaze on me. Never before had the cloth covering my breast felt so thin.
"You dare to disobey your king?" He says as he yanks the blankets to him. "You are not my king!" I snapped at him. "This isn't like you!"
"Oh?"
I give an audible exhale and for a moment everything is silent, everything is still save for the beating of my heart, and that's when I notice a cool trickle of sweat slipping down my neck. Slowly, slowly it travels and I come to the sudden realization that he has noticed it too, I hold my breath as it continues to slip across my skin at an infuriatingly slow pace. Suddenly, as it melts into my shirt, he grabs my legs and pulls me painfully close and presses his nose against my neck. His beard tickles my neck as his hands slip beneath my blouse and finds my breasts.
Against all semblances of self-control I moan as he works off my leggings, cloak and undergarments. Suddenly, his tongue is there, trailing patters along my thighs and slithering, darting along sensitive flesh. "T-Thorin...! This is not you!" He straightens up with a throaty chuckle and moves between teasing and pleasing me with the tip of his thumb, his forefinger, his ring finger, until I lose track of which fingers he has inside of me, lost in the unexpected pleasure of it all.
"Are you satisfied?" He asked. My position is awkward as his fingers are still inside of me but nonetheless I muster enough dignity to lift my head and say no.
