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atlasalexanderwrites · 7 years ago

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Thorin’s Silly Little Human...

IMAGINE….smutty times with Dragon Sick Thorin

Word Count: 6,819

Warning: Smut. NSFW

A/N: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND WHILE READING….that this is my first Thorin Oakenshield fic, I have yet to finish watching Battle of the Five Armies, I have not finished reading the Hobbit either, and that the OC Melody was not fully “thought out” when this was written!

((REPOSTING FROM MY MAIN BLOG! TRYING TO GET ALL MY WRITING IN ONCE PLACE!))

The halls of Erebor were silent save for the sounds of the dwarrows who had been searching for near four days for the heart of the mountain…the Arkenstone. No one dared to speak more than was necessary while their King watched them closely from a ledge high above the floor where piles and piles of gold, gemstones, jewelry, and many other beautiful, shiny things could be found.

Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, Son of Thror. He stood above most of the dwarrows, save for Dwalin – a large, muscular, bold dwarf who acted as Thorin’s personal guard. He was muscular with long hair and facial hair, all braided as was a custom of his race. He stood above the others on that ledge, his hands gripping tightly to the railing as he watched with a dark, greedy gaze; waiting for the heart of the mountain, the KING’S jewel, to be uncovered. He was mistrustful of them all; it didn’t matter that they were his kin and had never been anything but loyal to him. Thorin Oakenshield had been consumed by a sickness that took his grandfather, and a sickness that surely would have taken his father as well had Thrain not been an homeless prince and then King for a short time and never given the chance to rule over the vast wealth his father, Thror, had managed to horde during the later years of his rein.

Down below, the dwarves that had once called Throin a friend worked tensely to find the desired stone. They were positive that finding the stone wouldn’t help their King return to who he once was; it was obvious to them all that Throin had contracted the deep greed that so many dwarves had succumbed to in their history; the same greed that had amounted to heights that seduced a fire drake dragon from the North to swoop in and claim Erebor for himself for nearly two centuries.

Down below, with the dwarves, stood a hobbit from Bagsend, Bilbo Baggins. He had grown to be a close confidant and friend to Thorin and all the rest of their company. He had been saved, for the most part, from Thorin’s rage on the fact that he was a hobbit, and so, Bilbo didn’t crave gold as much as the dwarrows would. Still, even Bilbo had been shouted at and threatened since Smaug the Terrible had been killed and Erebor truly retaken by Durin’s Folk.

Off to the side, shifting silently and surely through a pile of gold for the Arkenstone stood a human. She was the only human, and the only female, in the company that had come to reclaim Erebor. She had also, unknowingly, become an object of Thorin’s obsessions even before he fell under the dragon sickness. Infinitely smaller than the large piles, and dwarves, around her, Melody stood at just four feet, nine inches. Her hair was a deep auburn color that fell down in long, loose ringlets past her backside. Her eyes were a bright emerald green color that flickered to an almost golden color whenever light passed through them. She was small in frame, just as she was in height, with a petite, near curveless body that had made all the company (dwarves, hobbit, and wizard alike) worried that any bit of wind would blow her away with the lightest of touches.

It was to this human, this Melody, that the king of the Durin Folk found his gaze straying to the most. He watched her intently nearly more so than he watched to see if any of the other dwarves were slyly shoving his gold into their pockets. He watched the way she carefully picked up the gold, piece by piece, and set it aside as if it was the most precious thing in the entire world; as if it would break from having sat untouched for so many years. Her diligence and loyalty to him was amusing and most welcomed for being a human had made many a men believe themselves above Thorin and his people. Thorin couldn’t help but run his tongue over his bottom lip like a predator would their prey as he watched her bend over to grab another handful of gold. She, along with all the gold in Erebor, was his. His to do with as he pleased, whenever he pleased. Of course, he had found himself doing his best to restrain himself; there was some small voice in the back of his head telling him to be gentle, to be nice, to not walk straight up to the lass and force her into allowing Thorin to please her and himself in front of the gold and the rest of their company.

Naturally, Thorin chose to ignore the voice in his head for the most part.

He hadn’t assaulted her just yet, but he was most certainly planning a way to have his little human as soon and as often as he possible could.

She would be his queen, his equal in most aspects, and she would rule over their people as Thorin himself would. If anyone tried to say differently, Thorin was more than willing to use his own axe to kill his defiant subjects.

Having got so lost in his thoughts, Thorin blinked and turned to look once more at his little human only to find her missing.

Rage instantly flared in his chest and his fingers tightened around the railing. “Where is she?! Where is Miss Melody?” he demanded, his voice echoing all over the hall and making the dwarrows look up with wide, worried eyes as if one of them was about to be terrorized once more.

The dwarrows looked around for the person in question and frowned. They hadn’t seen nor heard her leave. Even Bilbo, who had often kept close to Melody’s side, was looking around in surprise as he was usually the one disappearing and reappearing without notice.

A feeling of suspicion began to rise in Thorin as he moved toward the stairs that would take him down to the hall of treasure. Dark thoughts in his head were whispering about how the others must have hurt her and others were whispering about how she had finally turned traitor and abandoned Thorin.

“I…I believe Miss Melody went that way, Uncle.” Fili, the eldest of Thorin’s two heirs, pointed, watching Thorin closely to try and tell if their human companion was in danger from his mother’s slightly mad older brother.

Thorin followed the direction his nephew had pointed out with his gaze, his mind working quickly to think of what areas of the castle his beloved could be walking through and the possible dangers she could stumble upon. Thorin didn’t like it. His little human was too prone to somehow getting herself into dangerous situations.

“Keep looking for the Arkenstone! I will have it!” Thorin ordered as he got to the bottom of the stairs. He marched around the piles of gold, ignoring the uneasy looks of his kin as he headed for the dark passage unlit by torches.

Melody was…not like the others.

Unlike the dwarrows, she saw no large change in Thorin Oakenshield. She could understand his worry over finding the heart of the mountain. There were other dwarf clans that would be more than willing to come to the Lonely Mountain now that Smaug had been killed in order to claim the gold for themselves. The Arkenstone was a symbol of the Durin’s Folk; a symbol of power. Thorin needed it to feel safe in his throne, and Melody wanted that for him. She didn’t want to imagine Thorin losing his home once more after working so hard to finally reclaim it.

She worked silently and alone, shifting through the piles of gold as she hummed a song in her head; it wasn’t lost on her that the song just happened to the Misty Mountains Cold in the baritone voice of her noble King. She couldn’t help but blush and giggle softly to herself as she thought of Thorin, and the other dwarrows, singing this same song nearly a year earlier as they all stood in the kitchen of Bilbo’s hobbit hole the night before their quest began.

Out the corner of her eye, just after she had placed a handful of gold off to the side, Melody caught something small moving about. Curious, Melody lifted her head and her eyes widened in excitement at the sight of the red butterfly that was flitting over the gleaming piles of gold.

“What are you doing in here?” Melody murmured, holding out a steady hand allowing the butterfly to rest on her thumb. “The inside of a mountain, a dwarf hole at that, is no place for you.” She giggled as the flapping of the insects wings tickled her palm.

The butterfly remained there on her hand for a moment before it flitted off toward the darkened corridor to Melody’s left.

“No, you are only going deeper into the mountain.” Melody was worried for the creature; she was certain getting lost in Erebor would be just a frightful thing for a small creature like a butterfly. She didn’t even think of the gold or how upset Thorin could get for her sudden disappearance as Melody stepped around where she had sat her bow, quiver, and weapon belt and headed into the corridor herself.

“Come on now, this way.” Melody tried to coax the butterfly to follow her but only ended up following it instead.

The lightless corridors and the chill that fell over them didn’t seem to bother her, despite being human and not accustomed to the cold as the dwarrows were. She kept a hand to the stone wall, guiding herself after the soft, near silent fluttering of wings.

She must have mistook her hearing – she was a human, of course, so she didn’t have quite the expert senses as her hobbit and dwarf friends – because as she turned left she could no longer hear the flutter of wings but the steady flow of what sounded like a waterfall of sorts.

Melody couldn’t be certain; she realized suddenly that she had delved too deep into the mountain fortress. All light, natural and manmade had disappeared completely. Her human senses weren’t strong enough to sharpen and help her see.

It struck her, suddenly and horribly, that she was alone in the dark, shivering from the draft coming from all around her.

Melody whimpered and backed up until she felt stone at her back.

Every sound echoed, frightening her further, and in her panic state everything she heard began to sound dangerous and drew her tears closer and closer to the brink of over flowing and falling down her cheeks in what one could describe as liquid crystals.

“Hello?” Melody asked to the wind, slowly moving back toward where she thought the entrance to the room had been. She was wrong when her fingers closed around a knob. “No. This isn’t right,” but still she opened the door in hopes of getting back to a room with light. She was mistaken and stepped into a room even darker than the last. “No. Please…” she whimpered, her tears spilling down her cheeks as they had been threatening to do over the last few moments.

Stumbling forward, she held her hands out in front of her. The tips of her fingers brushed over wood and then over steel. Her breath caught as she slowly ran her hand over what was clearly a sword hilt and then a leather sheathe. Was she in some sort of armory?

Muffled shouts caught her attention and Melody’s mind instantly slipped to shadows in the dark room coming to harm her.

Whimpering once more, Melody dropped to her knees and leaned forward, pressing her face against the fabric of her trousers. She was shivering, and this time not from the cold. She cried silently waiting for the pain.

And then a door opened and there was suddenly light and then heavy footsteps and an all too familiar voice growling out her name as the boots rushed toward her.

Melody looked up as Thorin got to her. She sniffled and got to her feet. “I…Thorin I….” she couldn’t get the words past the lump in her throat. So, instead, she threw her arms around the waist of the King Under the Mountain and buried her face into his coat, smelling in the overwhelming but comforting scent of Thorin Oakenshield.

He stood there in front of her rigidly; his arms at his sides. Melody didn’t seem to mind as her fear quickly slipped away and her sniffles, tears, and shivers went with it. Pulling back after a moment or two, Melody smiled up at him before turning to look around the room in awe. The architecture and the craftsmanship of the dwarrows continued to amaze her.

“I wish I could have seen Erebor all those years ago before Smaug attacked.” Melody spoke softly as if speaking too loudly would make the whole place come crashing down on them. She could imagine every room lit up and filled with dwarrows going about their day. She could imagine Thorin sitting proudly on his throne and handling matters of state with Balin and Dwalin. He would look so beautiful beneath the Arkenstone, sitting high and proud on the seat of his forefathers. Melody giggled at the thought that she had conjured in her head. It truly was a very nice sight.

She turned to look at Thorin, her eyes flickering first to his blue eyes which were darker than normal and then to his smirk. He looked tired, but at least he seemed happy about something. Melody only wanted what was best for him, just as she knew the rest of their company did.

They are simply tired. We are all so terribly tired.

“Thorin,”

“Your Grace,” he corrected and Melody’s eyes widened, “I am a King. You should address me as “your grace.”

Melody nodded, feeling dreadful for not having thought of that beforehand. “Forgive me, your grace, I forgot your proper title for a moment.” She blushed in embarrassment and avoided his gaze, “Your Grace I…I was just wondering if…” she shifted anxiously from one foot to the other. “I was just…I have been thinking and I am hoping that…” a strong, calloused finger was suddenly under her chin, lifting her head so her green gaze met the blue of Thorin’s once more, “I wish to remain here, in Erebor. I want to see the beauty of it once it has been restored to its previous glory.” Melody’s hands landed on Thorin’s biceps, “Please allow me to stay and to see that happen.”

“You have grown fond of Erebor already?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he grabbed Melody’s arms and pushed her backwards until her back was against a tall, golden pillar that was so round it wouldn’t have fit in any of the dwarves enclosed arms. “Or have you grown fond of one of us?” his hand moved to grab a fist full of Melody’s hair, “Who is it?”

Melody’s blush deepened, “I…I am too low for him, your grace, it does not matter. He is…” her gaze flickered away, “He is a King. The King.” And then she looked back up at him; nothing but innocence and adoration in her eyes.

The clouded look in Thorin’s eyes didn’t fade as he chuckled and cupped Melody’s face, “My silly little human,” he rasped out slowly, “If I say you are worthy of the King, then you are.” He leaned down, slamming his lips against Melody’s for only a moment before back, “You will remain at Erebor for as long as I see fit. Should anyone try to steal you away from me, I will kill them.”

“As is your right,” Melody murmured, “You are the King.” Her head was swimming from the kiss and from having him that close to her, towering over her, that Melody couldn’t understand just what Thorin had just informed her of. All she heard was the sound of his voice, him agreeing to let her remain in Erebor, and feel the heat from his body washing over her.

Thorin nodded and stepped backwards. His eyes narrowed at the whimper Melody gave off in response to losing the heat from his body. He knew he had her right where he needed her, and he enjoyed it very much. He let his gaze wonder, to drink in all that his little human had to offer him.

She wore tight clothing, leather and lace that clung to her small form. Through them, Thorin could see the small bubble that was her ass and the shape of her breasts; both were bigger than he had let himself imagine, or notice, until that moment. Melody didn’t have too many curves, but her face was beautiful. She was weaker than Thorin and perhaps even Bilbo, but that had never stopped her from being as good as Kili with a bow and arrow. She was a sweet, gentle creature who had never so much as raised her voice at any member of the Company. She always had a sweet song, a hug and a kiss to the forehead, and words of encouragement to give to anyone who needed them.

She hadn’t belonged with their company, but Thorin had never been willing to part with her as he had been with Bilbo. Melody was his, from the moment he laid eyes on her in that Bree tavern as she sat beside Gandalf, shyly trying to meet Thorin’s gaze as if by accident.

“My little human,” Thorin practically purred as he turned and began to inspect the swords and spears that hung from the racks. “What made you come this way? You were meant to be in the treasure room.” he was suspicious of her even if he knew the human would never dare steal from him.

“There was a butterfly,” Melody gasped out, suddenly remembering the insect that had captured her attention. “Oh Thorin, it was so beautiful.”

He didn’t bother to correct her on his titles this time. He was amused that she had been so distracted by a bug.

Thorin turned and sat down on the wooden bench that sat at the end of the column between the two racks. “Come,” he ordered, placing his hands on the bench beside his legs.

Melody practically tripped over her feet to do as she had been told and curtsied with a giggle. She had teased him with the curtsy and although Thorin felt a sting of annoyance, he had liked the sound that passed her lips before she was standing there, perfectly straight and still with her gaze on him.

Thorin wanted to take her there, to find out what other sounds he could draw from her lips, but he held himself back. Instead, he placed his hands to Melody’s hips and drew her between his legs. She was so small, Thorin could kiss her perfectly sitting down. His hands slipped to her ass as Melody lightly held Thorin’s face in her hands.

“Thorin this…we are not wed. We cannot touch like this.” Melody’s voice was full of surprise and fear as she drew herself away from him. She was shaking and there were tears brimming in her eyes once more. “Please Thorin…your grace…”

“Come,” Thorin ordered once more, his voice a clear sign of the fact he wasn’t in the mood to mess around.

Melody sniffled and moved back to him.

Thorin turned her back to him and ordered her onto her knees. Once she had done what he commanded, Thorin reached back into his own hair and undid one of his braids for the black ribbon holding it. With skillful hands, Thorin worked to braid a single section of Melody’s hair. It was a courting braid; it showed that Thorin had plans on making Melody his wife. On the ribbon was symbols displaying Thorin’s family; it would show others that Melody was his and not just simply taken.

Once he was satisfied, Thorin pulled Melody off her knees and so she was seated on his lap with her back to his chest. “There, now you are mine. Let no man make the mistake of trying to say otherwise.” And he hungrily attached his lips to Melody’s neck.

Melody gasped his name but no longer had any qualms about letting him do as he pleased to her. Her fingers grabbed his knees, her nails biting through the fabric of his trousers. She could feel something in the pit of her stomach that she had never felt before and involuntarily, she bucked her hips and made a long, low sound from the pleasure slipping through her veins simply from Thorin’s attention to her neck.

“Louder,” Thorin ordered as his hands moved from Melody’s arms and down her sides, only to travel up her stomach and grab her chest. His strong, warm, and rough fingers squeezed the young woman’s breasts before falling into a rhythm of massaging them as he moved his mouth from the back of Melody’s neck to the side and front. He felt like there was an animal in his chest threatening to rip out and take Melody as Thorin had dreamt of taking her so many times. It was only egged on by the gasps and moans and whimpers that fell from Melody’s lips as she let her head fall back onto Thorin’s shoulders and her hands rose higher from Thorin’s knees to his lower thighs.

“Your Grace, please.” Melody wanted him to ease the ache between her thighs. She was innocent, but she knew enough to understand what she was feeling; there had been a few times since she flowered that she had been driven so far by the ache she had touched herself to try and dull the ache.

Thorin grunted as Melody wiggled around on his lap, her hands coming up to grab at his, her nails digging into his wrists. “Such a greedy little human,” Thorin taunted as he pulled his mouth back, letting Melody do as she pleased which ended up being getting to her feet only to return to Thorin’s lap but this time facing him. Her clothes pulled tight on her body allowing just the right amount of access as she began to rub herself against the hardened, thick bulge in Thorin’s trousers. “Such a greedy, greedy little human.” Thorin repeated as he undid Melody’s doublet; at least he had the sense that ripping either of their clothes would only cause problems Thorin didn’t feel like dealing with.

He dropped Melody’s doublet and tunic on the floor before hungrily looking upon the naked skin now opened to him. Thorin licked his lips and grabbed Melody’s hips, stopping her from rubbing herself against him any further. She whimpered and Thorin pinched her hips, “Do not complain, Pet.” He ordered, never moving his gaze from the small, perky tits before him. They were bigger than Melody’s clothing allowed them to appear.

Thorin was amused, for a moment, when he moved his hands up to find that he could almost touch his fingers as he grabbed at Melody’s waist. He grunted. She was too skinny. Thorin made sure to make a mental note to see to that once they were finished there.

“Thorin,” Melody pleaded, breathless as she began to tremble. There was still a breeze in the room and it was hitting against her back, brushing her hair off to the side and tickling her skin. “Please…please…it hurts so much.” She complained, laying her head on his shoulder as her fingers brushed over his jaw and beard. “Make me feel good, Your Grace, please.”

Her soft words shot straight to his manhood and Thorin pushed Melody onto her feet. He stood and undressed quickly, slapping Melody’s hands as she reached out to brush a hand over his chest. Once completely undressed, Thorin sat back down and gestured to the floor.

Understanding, somehow, just what her King wanted from her, Melody murmured “I don’ know how,” with a bright blush that as illuminated in the glow of the torch Thorin had placed in the torch stand upon entering the room. She kept her hands and her gaze in her lap; she didn’t dare to look at Thorin’s manhood until given permission. She couldn’t explain it, but she…she was enjoying herself quite a lot and it wasn’t helping her shyness one bit as she worried how the King would react to her being so bold.

Melody enjoyed being able to please her King! And she wanted to prove that to Thorin, but she had never been trained to do so.

“Will you teach me?” a low moan of what was probably approval left Thorin’s lips at Melody’s question. Taking his cock in one hand and grabbing a fist full of Melody’s hair, the King Under the Mountain pulled his willing lover closer.

Taking Melody’s hands, Thorin wrapped them both around his cock and thrusted once into her grasp to test the hold. He readjusted Melody’s fingers and smirked, “Just touch me, Pet.” He ordered brushing a hand down the back of her head.

Captivated by the look and the size of him, Melody enthusiastically went about slowly, steadily running her hands up and down Thorin’s manhood; she was particularly fascinated by the mushroom like tip when running her hand from the base of the shaft up to just below the head. She loved the sounds she managed to bring from the King’s mouth; it reassured her she was doing her task correctly, and she liked to think that it was helping Thorin relax some. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so cruel to the others.

Thorin waited only a minute or two before ordering Melody to take his cock into her mouth. He watched with wide, greed filled eyes and a large smirk on his lips as Melody caught his gaze and held it until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Melody gagged slightly and her eyes snapped shut. Thorin’s eyes widened further in disbelief; his little human had managed to nearly take him completely in her pretty little mouth.

Melody winced as she gagged on him, but it didn’t stop her as she continued to bob her head up and down. Her tongue swirled around the best it could and Melody’s hands slid up Thorin’s chest. She whimpered around the cock in her mouth at the hard and warm muscle under her finger tips. It was more than she had ever thought it would be. She had, shyly, wondered what Thorin looked naked, and she had to admit that her imagination was most certainly not up to par with the real thing.

From what she could see in that moment, Melody had been correct in her assumption that dwarrows had quite a bit of hair over their entire bodies, and not just their faces. Thorin’s legs were hardened and toned from long hours spent training and walking. The hair found on his legs was as dark as the hair on the top of his head, as was the rest of the hair on his person. Melody’s favorite part of Thorin besides his face had to be his chest. Through soft black curls, she could see small pieces of silver here and there. It only added to his masculinity, in Melody’s mind.

“Fuck,” Thorin cursed, his hips bucking upward slightly, gagging Melody once more. “Yes, just like that Pet. Open your pretty little throat for me.” With one hand still in her hair, Thorin wrapped the second around Melody’s throat. He didn’t squeeze it; he simply used it as a way to move her in the way he wished.

Melody whined; she didn’t particularly like gagging on Thorin’s cock. She loved that she was pleasing him, but each time the head hit the back of her throat she cringed and nearly pulled away.

“What was that?” Thorin stopped in all his movements, his gaze darkening. “Are you questioning me?” he pulled Melody to her feet, using his hold on her neck. “I am your King. You will do as I say.”

“Yes, your grace, but…” Melody sniffled slightly, “It hurts a little when you…when I gag. Please,” she didn’t mind having him in her mouth, but she didn’t want him to be so rough.

Thorin hissed and pushed her back some. His hands made quick work with the rest of Melody’s clothes; they joined his own on the dusty floor beneath their feet. “You don’t like pleasing me?” he questioned to which Melody quickly said, “I do, Thorin, I do!” and that earned her a slap to her backside; the first punishment for referring to him by his name and not his title.

Melody gasped and shivered, a new sensation sweeping through her along with the stinging pain. She placed her hands to the wall on either side of Thorin’s head, keeping herself up. She barely braced herself before Thorin’s hand slammed into her ass once again.

Thorin slapped her twice more before pulling her down onto his lap. He grabbed Melody’s chin and said, “You will refer to me as Your Grace from this point onward. You are my little human, my Pet, and you will do whatever I wish of you.” He dropped his hand from Melody’s chin and brushed the tips of his fingers down her neck, her collarbone, between her breasts, down over her belly button, and stopped just above her sex. “You please me, and I will return the favor.” Thorin was, after all, a charitable King when it came to his loyal subjects. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she nodded quickly, nearly bouncing on Thorin’s lap in excitement, “Your grace,” she added quickly with a giggle, “Yes, Your Grace, I understand.” She leaned forward to kiss him, still shy, but giddy enough to be bold. She stopped herself when their lips were just inches apart. Did she need to ask to kiss him? Would he get upset if she didn’t?”

Thorin answered her internal struggle by saying, “Never hesitate to kiss me, My sweet little human. My kisses belong to you, and only you.” Just as our gold is ours, and ours alone. Why should Thorin share his gold with anyone – his kin included – when his little human with her enthusiasm to please him, to care for him, and not try to lead him astray by saying he was sick and that he didn’t deserve the treasures of Erebor?!

Melody brushed one hand over the side of Thorin’s head, brushing his hair off his shoulder, and then she cupped his cheek with her other hand. She nuzzled her nose against Thorin’s neck before pressing her small, gentle lips to the chapped, warm ones of the King.

Sighing as Thorin kissed her back, turning the kiss rough as he prodded at her lips with his tongue until Melody allowed his tongue access into her mouth. Then the King’s tongue quickly won out over his human’s and both moaned softly into the other.

Thorin allowed Melody to kiss him as long as she desired, not feeling in a rush at the moment. He was in peace having her warm, soft body against his own. Thorin couldn’t remember the last time he had been intimate with another. He had been too busy protecting his people and trying to make a new life for them in the Blue Mountains. It had been at least two decades. The past year with Melody sleeping so near him, her little body pressed against them as she couldn’t see in dark caves and she always ended up near him whenever they were taken captive or arrived at an unfamiliar place with many people, had been absolute hell, but Thorin had won back Erebor, the dragon was dead, and now he could have his prize.

Melody shivered and moaned, wiggling her hips, and pulled back. She was panting, her chest heaving with every breath. Her hands were on Thorin’s shoulders and her thighs were tense on either side of his; she was trying not to move any further.

Thorin was ready to fuck her, but first there was something he had to do before he could sheathe his sword in Melody’s sweet cunt.

“Stand up,” Thorin ordered, his voice hoarse. He swallowed quickly to try and relieve it.

Melody got to her feet and took a step backwards so Thorin could do the same. Once both were standing, Thorin lifted Melody up – as if she weighed nothing – and stood her on the bench he had previously occupied. She looked down at him with curious green orbs, her hands pressed into the wall behind her back.

“Ah, my sweet little human was enjoying herself.” Thorin hummed as he caught sight of the wetness glistening on Melody’s inner thighs, “You smell…ravishing.” He growled, his hands grabbing at Melody’s ass so tightly his nails dug into her cheeks, leaving crescent shapes in their wake. “I want you to scream, Pet, do you hear me?” he looked up at her, “Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Thorin waited for Melody to nod that she understood before he leaned forward, finally placing his lips to the one place Thorin had wanted to taste since the beginning of the quest to reclaim Erebor.

“My King!” Melody gasped, her hips bucking forward to press further against Thorin’s mouth. Her words echoed off the walls and Thorin moaned in approval only making Melody shiver and make a soft sound of her own.

Melody had never imagined such a pleasure could be given to a person.

Thorin’s tongue pushed past her folds and into her cunny as far as was possible. He lapped at the wetness he found there and brought a hand around to rub at her swollen, throbbing clit.

Melody screamed his name and her hands left the wall to fist in his hair. She began a mantra of moaning “yes” over and over and over again as she rocked her hips forward to meet the thrusts of Thorin’s tongue. She was warm all over and she couldn’t catch her breath, but Melody felt so at peace.

“That’s it, yes.” Thorin murmured as he pulled back and watched Melody’s face as her body withered simply from him rubbing roughly at her clit. Just as he suspected Melody was about to come undone, Thorin shoved – not so gently – two fingers deep into her cunt, knuckles deep. She was so tight around him that Thorin moaned able to imagine his fingers replaced with his cock.

A cry of “Yes, yes, please Your Grace! Right there” slipped from her lips and then her legs buckled and her knees hit the bench while Thorin continued to touch the most sensitive parts of her sex. Melody moaned and whimpered, her juices coating her King’s hand.

“Such a little slut,” Thorin growled into her ear, his fingers still fucking her cunt. “You’ve made quite a mess of yourself. Did I give you permission to do that?” when Melody didn’t answer, he curled his fingers up making Melody scream out once more and tighten around him. Thorin glared at her as he felt her find a second release already. He tsked and pulled his hand away from her.

Melody looked at the small puddle beneath her and her eyes widened. She…she had never found her release before. She…she hadn’t been sure what to expect. Her gaze flickered up shyly and embarrassed to meet Thorin’s.

He remained silent, simply holding his hand out to her.

She could smell herself on him, but Melody wanted to make up for going against him. Leaning forward, Melody wrapped her lips around the fingers coated with her juices. The taste was strange, unlike anything she had tasted before, but she moaned slightly. She couldn’t help but enjoy everything that had happened to her up to that point.

Thorin pulled his hand away and bent down to grab the King’s Furs from off the floor. He laid them back out, fixing them so the two of them could lay back on them. Then Thorin lifted Melody into his arms and smirked as she eagerly rubbed her sex against his hard, dripping cock. Standing there for just a moment, Thorin attacked Melody’s lips and neck with his mouth. He wanted to make sure to leave her entire body coated with marks.

And then, once he had had enough, Thorin dropped to his knees and laid Melody down on his furs, positioned so perfectly that he could slip right into her.

“This body is mine now, you are mine.” Thorin growled as he roughly bit into Melody’s breasts. “You are my prize just as the gold is. You will rule at my side and be my Queen.” He moaned and began to push the head of his cock into Melody’s sex, “I want to fuck you on my treasures. I want to hear my name on your lips as you’re covered in gold and gems.” The thought alone, driven by the dragon sickness that neither would admit Thorin Oakenshield had, was enough to make Thorin forget about being gentle. He gave a sharp snap of his hips and joined their bodies finally, completely.

“Thorin,” Melody whimpered, her eyes snapping shut as she leaned up to press her face in his neck. “Please…be gentle….please…” she moaned despite feeling spasms of pain.

Thorin pushed her legs further apart and up so he had better access, his hips snapping forward. His cock appeared and disappeared into the beautiful, wet, tight little cunt of his sweet little human. It was enough to drive him mad, but he kept a grip on himself and continued to fuck her until Melody was arching against him, his name screaming off her lips from Thorin to Your Grace to My King…she had come undone beneath him so much she seemed lost in the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Melody’s hands landed on his chest and for a moment Thorin was lost in the way her fingers were so gentle as they brushed up through the hair on his chest to his shoulders, down to his biceps. She was whimpering and wiggling about, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Cum for me, my Pet, cum for me.” Thorin growled his hand wrapping around her throat once more as he slowed his pace but kept his thrusts just as deep.

Melody looked up at him through half hooded eyes and giggled, “Cum for me, Your Grace.” She ordered in return, her cunt tightening and loosening around him.

Thorin would have scolded her for talking back to him, but he was too caught off guard by the turning in his balls that had him shaking slightly as he lifted Melody’s ass off the ground and thrusted several more times before cursing and going completely still.

Something warm began to fill Melody and she wasn’t too innocent to know what it was.

As Thorin rolled off of her, his chest heaving and his eyes closed while an arrogant, relaxed smirk graced his lips, Melody squeezed her thighs together. She knew what this could mean. She knew she could have a little Prince or Princess growing inside of her in just a week or so from just that one encounter not that they would know for several months.

“Come here,” Thorin grumbled, his voice a telltale sign that he was close to sleep.

Melody turned into him, wiggling up against his side with her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were growing heavy, but she fought it the best she could. Especially when Thorin began to sing softly. It was something he hadn’t done in some time, and certainly not since they had reclaimed the mountain for the Durin Folk.

“Sleep, my silly, perfect little human.” Thorin ordered, his eyes flickering open to look upon Melody’s naked form. He licked his lips, greed filling his chest once more as he thought about how all her beauty was his and his only. He could have her whenever he wished, and he planned on doing just that. Thorin kissed her, hard and quick before mumbling, “You will need your rest.” And then he pulled her into his arms, wrapping the furs around the two of them.

His hold on Melody was possessive; there was nothing protective in it. He knew Melody was safe enough in the Lonely Mountain, but he was suspicious and saw enemies in every corner. He wouldn’t allow someone to take Melody away from him.

Melody drifted off into a dreamless, fulfilling sleep.

Thorin glared into the dark, a look of paranoia on his features as he listened to the sounds of the mountain all around him.

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