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Behind the Crimson Door {Pippin x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2741 Summary: Pippin shows you around the shire. Notes: I am SO sorry that this has taken me so long. I have no excuse. :(

You were not a big part of the journey that saved Middle Earth, but you were still proud to say that you were a tiny part of it. Well, tinier than tiny, anyhow. When the hobbits had made it to the town of Bree, and entered into the Prancing Pony looking for shelter, you had been the one to serve them after your boss disappointed them with news of Gandalf not being there. Most of the men in the place looked down at the hobbits, and not just because they were short. The four in their home-spun clothes with their goofy grins and short curly hair didn’t belong in such a dark and dingy place like the Prancing Pony, or Bree in general. When they ordered their drinks, you had brought them over, large pint glasses filled with the finest beer that you could find in the place. Wherever they had come from, wherever they were going to go, they probably deserved that beer.

“Are you from the Shire?” You asked the shortest of them. It was the only Hobbit settlement that you had heard of, and even catching snippets about that was rare. It was from the wizard that they were seeking, Gandalf, that you had heard of the place. It had stuck in your head because it sounded like a perfect place. Green grass, sunny skies, cute little houses built into the hills, and no fights are clanging around. A good place for some peace and quiet - which was something that you never got in Bree, the place that you had been born and raised.

“Why yes!” He spoke proudly, holding up his pint glass which was about half the size of him. “Have you been there?”

“No, I’d like to though,” You smiled, seeing his excitement. It was nice to see a happy face around here. They were so unbelievably rare. “I’ve heard about it, from Gandalf.”

You and Pippin made introductions to one another and he spent the next fifteen minutes going on about his favorite things about the Shire. It painted a really pretty picture, especially the gardens that he’d often steal vegetables from, a story that made you laugh. You were sad to see him go, but you were glad to hear that he escaped safely. You managed to avoid the Dark Riders who came into the Prancing Pony, because thankfully, you didn’t actually live in the inn. You had a small place to yourself on the other side of town which one of the other bartenders would escort you to after your shift was over. You thanked the stars that night for keeping you safe, as well as those hobbits, and that it was only the gatekeeper who ended up hurt - but not dead.

Those Dark Riders had brought fear into the darkness of Bree. Word was always coming around, since it was a travellers town, and people were always coming and going. People trying to escape the wars in the east and south came through, looking for shelter and the inn was full to capacity each and every night. You managed to keep your job, but ended up leasing out a room in your house to a family in need from the south. All throughout this time, you thought of those hobbits, and Pippin in particular, despite only sharing a small amount of time with him. You hoped that the darkness of this world had not sunk into the Shire, the perfect place in your mind.

For months, the world lived in fear as forces beyond imagination streamed out of Isengard and Mordor. But then word came to Bree that Isengard had been defeated - by nothing less than two Hobbits and ents! You had heard stories about ents in the past, but didn’t know that they were still around, much less getting involved in the wars of the world. You weren’t sure if it was Pippin, or any of the other hobbits that you had met that night, but it had seemed like they were on the start of a perilous journey which could very well end up in such an awful place. When you had heard that news, you and the owner of the Prancing Pony had hugged each other with delight for it brought a lot of hope into the world.

And then a while later, it was heard and rejoiced that Mordor had been defeated, and fell into a desolate ruin, the orcs being swallowed up by the earth. The ring of power that had started this whole war had been destroyed, and all of the hobbits had returned home to the Shire. You were thankful for all of that, but you did wish that they may have stopped by on their way home, just to show that they were alright. But alas, they did not, so you took matters into your own hands. You wrote a letter.

The letter contained a reminder of who you are, your plan to visit the Shire because the war had made you realize that life was far too short to not live out your dreams, and of course, a thank you for his part in saving the world. You received a letter in return weeks later, with Pippin’s messy handwriting. It looked as if it was written in a rush, and reminded you of how he had spoken to you. Stumbling over his words because he liked to speak his thoughts as he thought them. The letter contained a date that he could meet you on the Bucklebury Ferry, and take you on the best tour of the Shire that you would ever get.

There wasn’t enough time to compose another letter before the date that he had listed. You packed, and gave a notice to the innkeeper that you were going away for a little while, but you would definitely be back. You packed some clothes into your nice little packing case that was a gift from your parents long ago. Your name was hand painted on it, and just managed to fit everything that you needed.

The road, which you hit as soon as the sun started to ascend, was not hard to traverse. It went over valleys, and woods where the leaves were crunching underfoot, and before too long, you found yourself at the water, looking for the ferry that Pippin had told you about. And there he was - coming closer across the water, holding onto a large stick and using it as an oar to control the wooden ferry. You smiled, holding your trunk in front of you as the Hobbit came closer.

“Get here alright?” You asked as you stepped onto the surprisingly stable surface.

“Course!” He said, enthusiastically. With that, he smiled goofily, looking up at you. When you noticed his eyes on you like that, a small flush came across your face. His journey had matured him, you could see that, but he still had the spirit that you had admired when you two had met all that time ago. “Y/N, good heavens, we might make it in time for supper!”

“Well, what are we waiting for then?” You asked. Immediately, he used the stick to back up from the shore, and go back over the lake, towards the Shire. A feeling of anxiety and excitement was bubbling up in you stomach, and your hands tightened around the handle of your suitcase. You were getting ants in your stockings, as your mother used to say, for you were fidgeting and couldn’t stand still. “You know, I don’t even really know what you eat in The Shire,” You said to break your silence. Pippin hadn’t broken his, he was rambling on about the farmer who had chased him out of his garden once more. He had ended that story with how things just haven’t changed despite him being a hero.

“All sorts of stuff! I’ve got a salted pork in the oven, just waiting to be eaten! And some carrots. They might be stolen though but that won’t get rid of their flavor!” He seemed more enthusiastic about the dinner than about anything else. That was one thing you’ve definitely learned about Hobbits - they love their food.

You smiled, strolling along with him through the pathways after leaving the ferry. “I didn’t know that you could cook,” You said, keeping your arms in front of you, holding the suitcase securely, but you felt relaxed enough to look at your surroundings. Unlike Pippin, you were about as tall as the cornstalks and could see your way through them just fine. But you didn’t need to look, for the Hobbit by your side knew this place better than the back of his hand, and didn’t lose his footing once.

“Why’d you assume I couldn’t?” Pippin asked with a cheeky smile that matched the youthful curls. He seemed to radiate a sort of childishness that you couldn’t help but admire, but you knew there was something more behind those rosy cheeks. You knew that he was a hero, who had saved this Earth. You knew that he was part of the reason the Shire was still the peaceful place that it is.

“No, no, I didn’t assume anything.” You said with the same smile. “Don’t think for a moment that I would assume anything about you, Pippin. No, I just didn’t know that knights could cook at all.” You brought up his past in Gondor and saw a flush go across his cheeks. “Is that saying too much?” You asked, hoping that you didn’t say the wrong thing.

“No, not at all, though I didn’t have to cook much while I was there. I’ll be honest with you though...” He said, looking around to make sure that no one was listening. “I just took a lot of Denethor’s food when I had to serve him. He left so much waste, I felt it was my duty!”

“I’m sure the gardens thank you for not letting their food rot,” You said, holding in a grin.

Your thoughts on the Shire being beautiful only grew while you were on the tour. As the two of you passed by his many neighbors, Pippin always did a bow to his head to them, while they looked away grumpy. Having the saviors of the world in their city, as their neighbors and friends, wasn’t enough for these people? You were surprised to say the least but Pippin took it all in stride until he took you to a hobbit hole with a red door and a near-immaculate garden.

“You don’t seem to be the most popular guy in town,” You said in surprise as the Hobbit started to dig in his pocket for his keys. He laughed, his curls bouncing around his face.

“People from the Shire don’t know how bad war is,” He explained.

“That’s probably a good thing,” You sighed, understanding what he was saying. He grinned at you then put his key into the lock, revealing his own home to you.

“I think so,” He said, and walked inside, bare feet against the soft wood flooring. You stepped in after him, having to duck a little to get through the round door frame but you were comfortable inside the main house, which was more spacious than it looked from the outside. Pippin took your hand and excitedly showed you his favorite room - the kitchen, of course. “Gandalf always keeps me supplied with the best!” He said, showing you his pantry, the top shelf of which was just pipe weed, which made you giggle. As you looked around, you felt Pippin’s eyes on you, looking for any sort of judgment on your features. The only thing on your face was a smile.

“Why is the Shire celebrating?” You asked as Pippin took your hand and was dragging you towards a sprawling piece of land that was adorned with streamers and balloons. The Shire had been a quiet, peaceful place during the day but now, you were going to be experiencing the nightlife.

“It’s Samwise Gamgee’s Birthday!” Pippin announced grandly, getting the attention of some of the other Hobbits. “I had to tell them I’d introduce ya-”

“Because he’s been talking about it since you met!” A friendly faced hobbit popped up beside the two of you. You recognized him as Merry, and your eyes lit up at seeing him again. “Well, did you bring me a pint?” He asked with a broad grin.

You laughed and continued to smile as you were brought into a hug by the Hobbit that you had heard the most about since you arrived here. It was clear that these two were the closest out of all of the hobbits - even closer than brothers, since they did a lot of things together. “Not today, but stop by the Prancing Pony anytime, it’ll be free for you.”

“Marry this one, Pip,” Merry winked, then made his way through the crowd, leaving both you and your companion blushing.

“You’re uhh -” You stammered, trying to think of a way to get off that topic. “Oh - is that food?”

“Food?” That was always a good way to get a Hobbit into a different way of thinking, apparently. But it also made him grab hold of your hand and tug you over to a table ladden with different fruits, and a couple of different fruit pies as well. And ale, of course.

“Pippin, don’t go eating everything, it’s for all the guests!” A male voice came from behind a pile of apples.

“Fine, Sam,” Pippin sighed. “Just a couple of delicious pies maybe-”

“Pippin!” The same voice said, and another head of curly hair, sandy blonde this time, came with a grumpy expression. “I’d promised Rosie that there would be enough for everyone.”

“The birthday boy!” Pippin said, leaning in to hug Sam while shoving a few plums into his side pocket while the other hobbit was distracted. Oh, how that made you grin, just because it was such a Pippin thing to do. It’s only been a day with him but you felt like you had leaned a lot. “Please, tell the ol’ lady I say hello.”

“You’re not staying?” Sam asked, face contorted into confusion.

“I’m taking y/n to the best place to see the fireworks!” Pippin said, looking at you with pride as he spoke his idea out loud. It was a pleasant idea, and you were excited to see the fireworks that were described to you. Sam looked between the two of you, and you stepped forward to re-introduce yourself, but he must have known that you were coming since he gave you a big smile and said he was more than happy to have you here.

It didn’t take long for Pippin to take you out of there, and then onto the hill where his crimson door was embedded. What was surprising was that you didn’t go inside, but rather, he set you up on the top of the hill, viewing right where the party was. You settled in right away though, your suitcase safely stowed inside, your thoughts only on what was ahead. When you and Pippin sat next to one another, the height difference seemed barely there anymore. You inched just a bit closer to him as the sky darkened quickly, and he gently took hold of your hand with an eager look on his face. Whilst the fireworks were going on behind you, you were looking at the colors that splashed across his face with every burst. You thought that he was one of the most beautiful people in this world, and you’d seen humans, elves, dwarves and three other hobbits.

Deciding to take a chance, you got a little closer and leaned your head on his little shoulder. He did the same in return, resting his head on yours, hands still being held, and together you watched the show.

What would happen next while you stayed in Hobbiton, you weren’t sure, but you weren’t nervous at all to find out since you had the best company possible.

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fallingthunder · 8 years ago

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Too Far From the Road - Chapter Two

The kitchen was almost empty when I finally limped into it, with only a few stragglers left milling around. The kitchen, unsurprisingly perhaps, given that the dwarvish appetite was a large one, was built in palatial proportion. High ceilings, large, square floor space with all the furnishings anyone could think of, and plenty of room for the army of people working in it to move about unhindered. At any given time, day or night, there was food laid out on a large central table. The prosperity of the mountain meant that food was never in short supply, even if the best was saved for those above stairs.

I put my bucket, mop, and brush away in the storage chamber at the rear of the kitchen and went to the central table to collect the food I would take back to my chamber with me. I moved quietly, hoping not to draw attention, and checked every so often that Vald was not watching me from some out of the way place.

When I had arrived in Erebor and managed to engage in employment in the Mountain, I had thought that it would be the King under the Mountain who would be the most intimidating person I had ever met. It turned out, however, that Vald was the one to take that title. A female well past middle life, she cut a formidable figure; once held to be a notable beauty, her looks had faded, but nobody could deny the magnificence of her iron-grey beard, plaited in intricate style. Just looking at it made me want to scratch my, essentially hairless, face.

When I had first met her I had assumed that she was just the head of service in the kitchens and dining room, but as time went on I realised that she controlled everything domestically in the Mountain. If Vald didn’t like you, nobody liked you. It made my position here precarious.

Glad I had managed to avoid her, or anyone else that might ask questions, I staggered back to my room, missing my brush as support. On my hard bed, I lay down, still in all my dirt, and fell asleep.

Another week passed in interminable monotony. Nothing changed. I was tired, constantly dirty and wishing the Mountain away. Added on top of it all, the small part of me that wanted closeness to the Prince was shamed into embarrassment by the part of me that knew how terrible I looked.

Once evening, my day’s work finally finished, I opened the door to my little chamber to find that the door bumped into something as it swung open. I immediately felt defensive, wondering if something untoward had crept into my room. I didn’t lock it as I had no valuable possessions, but it didn’t mean that something couldn’t be waiting for me. I held the candlestick tightly in one hand and stepped into the room, searching it with one quick glance. The room itself was tiny. My bed took up most of it, with a foot of space between the edge of the bed and the wall on one side. All of my clothes were kept under the bed. It meant checking for an intruder was easy and I felt relieved that there was nobody there. I took another step and my boot bumped into something on the floor. I looked down to find a basket on the floor.

Frowning I glanced outside the door, shut it and picked up the basket. Stuffed into it was smoked ham, bread, half a pie, tomatoes, apples and half a pint of cider. I removed everything and lay them on the bed carefully. Finally, at the bottom, I found a note. I unfolded it and brought the candle closer to read.

I hope I am not overstepping the mark.

I blinked down at it, reading it several times before I could really get my head around it. “T” stood for Thorin, for that I was sure. No one but he had made the effort to start a conversation with me, I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to find out where I slept, but I supposed that it was within his power to do so. The Prince has sent me a food basket, what did that mean? I hadn’t heard that it was something he did, he himself said he didn’t start conversations with the servants. I was thin for a dwarf and I had to admit that travelling had meant that I hadn’t always had the best food. I rarely had been able to get food as nice as this. He must have guessed.

I put all the food back in the basket except one apple, which I bit into, and shoved the basket under my bed. It didn’t take much thinking to decide that I had to take this to my parents and share it. They couldn’t afford much food and this would help my mother regain some strength. I had a day off in two days; I could take what I could to them then. Feeling happy at the prospect of seeing my parents and being able to bring them something when I came, I finished my apple and settled down to sleep.

I woke early the morning of my day off. I wanted to leave before the rest of the staff started work. I had removed the contents of the basket and stowed it safely in my satchel, which I was hoping to refill with the various medicines and healing paraphernalia I had collected over the years. I was in desperate need of cream for the cracking skin on my hands.

I left the mountain through the main entry. The guard at the gate questioned where I was going but let me continue when I told him I was leaving to visit my family and would be back before nightfall. I stepped out in to the light for the first time in weeks, I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air. My eyes were going to take a while to get used to the sunlight, so I walked slowly and cautiously onwards. My mother and father had found a small house to the West of the Mountain, several miles away from the foot of it and a reasonable distance from any other dwellings. My family liked to keep ourselves to ourselves, but this distance meant that my father had to ride a pony to the nearest village market, and didn’t like to do so too often as it left my mother alone at home for too long.

I was wishing I had a pony to ride before too long. The Mountain and the Running River to my back, I trudged along the stony road for as far as I could, leaving it eventually to start walking through small areas of woodland, interspersed with fields of livestock or crops. In the distance, ahead of me I could see the unwelcoming boarder of Mirkwood; dark and ominous. There was something wrong with it, I had heard; an unnatural disease was sickening the air. I had hoped that my parents would find a home nearer to the Mountain and further away from such an unsettling place, but I had no control over their final decision.

As the last vestiges of civilisation receded I became conscious that I didn’t recognise where I was and had to recognise that I ha d taken a wrong turn. I was in a large spinney, the earth around me was undulating; large banks rose steadily from the unofficial path I was following. I could hear water, but I couldn’t see the source of the noise, I assumed there was a stream behind one of the banks. I sat down on a fallen branch and rummaged in my satchel for an apple; considering whether it would be worth finding the stream to see if the water was drinkable, when a prickle at the base of my neck let me know that there was someone or something behind me.

Mindful of how far away from help I was and how remiss I had been to not pack a single weapon with me. I braced myself to turn and face my attacker, noting a sturdy looking stick just within my reach. I twig snapped underfoot and I took that as my queue to spring into action. I jumped up, lunging forwards grasp the stick; holding it up threateningly and spinning round to finally confront what was behind me.

In the short time I had been aware of a presence behind me, I had outlined what I thought was every possible scenario in my head. I was not, however, prepared for what I saw.

‘My Lord?’ I said, dropping my stick at the sight of Prince Thorin, now standing still, looking extremely amused.

‘Just a thought, if you want to defend yourself, don’t drop your weapon upon first sighting the enemy. You can’t hit me with it when it’s on the floor.’ He said, the mocking note in his voice evident.

‘I wasn’t going to hit you!’ I exclaimed.

‘What were you going to do with such a big stick then?’ He said.

‘You know full well I meant I wasn’t going to hit you because, well, you’re you. If you were a real danger to me I wouldn’t have dropped my stick.’ I scowled.

‘You think I’m not dangerous?’ he said, raising his eyebrows and stepping towards me.

‘I’m sure you can be as dangerous as you choose to be when you need to, but no, I don’t consider you a threat to my life.’ I replied, my heartbeat finally getting back to its normal pace.

I turned away from him and back to the bag I had left on the log.

‘I hope you consider me enough of a safeguard for you to not refuse an offer of protection?’ he said gruffly.

‘Protection? Why would I need that?’ I asked. I may be defenceless, but I didn’t need him following me to where my parents were living.

He didn’t answer my question and if I had been looking at him I would have seen his eyebrows fall into a frown. I shouldered my bag and looked up at him.

‘What are you doing out here?’ He asked finally.

‘What am I doing out here? What are you doing out here?’ I demanded. The frown faded and a bemused smirk replaced it.

‘You do realise I’m a Prince of this Kingdom, don’t you?’ he said instead of replying.

I suddenly realised how unacceptably I had spoken to him. He was my Lord, my employer. He had untold power over my life, if he hadn’t been finding my artlessness so entertaining I would have thought myself in a lot of trouble.

‘Oh…Yes, I suppose you have every right to be where you want. I’m going to visit my parents.’ I replied meekly.

‘They live out here?’

‘Somewhere out here. I confess, I took a wrong turn at some point. I’m not sure where I’m going.’ I said, gesturing at the surroundings hopelessly.

‘You are taking the fastest path to Mirkwood.’ He said. My stomach sank, perhaps I was in more danger than I had realised.

‘How fast?’ I asked.

‘You would not have reached it today, and I hope you would have had the sense to have turned back when you realised your mistake.’

‘I hope I would have too.’ I paused, noticing for the first time that he was wearing a light hauberk under his tunic, leather vambraces on his forearms and armed with not only an axe but a short sword as well. ‘Is there something wrong?’

‘There have been orcs sighted on the edge of Mirkwood and our patrols have noticed increased activity south of Ered Mithrin. We are expecting a significant attack in the near future and raids are imminent. I’m glad I found you; with only a stick for protection you are at risk.’

‘If I’d have known I would have brought a suitable weapon.’ I said thoughtfully, unsure of where I would have been able to find something to protect myself with.

‘If you had known, you would have stayed inside.’ He said sternly.

‘No, I wouldn’t, not without knowing my family was safe. I have not heard that they’ve come closer to Erebor, and you didn’t know they were out here at all.’ I refuted

‘If your parents live out here they need to be moved, they are too vulnerable this far from the Mountain.’

‘I know that now, I need to find them.’

‘Where do they live? I’ll escort you.’

‘That’s unnecessary, My Lord. If you could just point me in the right direction…’

‘Hlita, your eagerness to disobey my orders is getting tiring.’ He said, irritated.

‘And you have better things to do than act as my minder.’ I retorted.

‘I’ll be the judge of…’ He trailed off, listening.

There was crashing in the undergrowth, getting louder with every passing moment. It sounded like there were many feet running as quickly as they could in our direction.

‘Were you with anyone else?’ I whispered, stepping closer to the Prince, my palms itching to grasp a weapon.

‘A small company. But this isn’t them.’ He murmured back, loosening his sword in its sheath.

‘Give me your axe.’ I hissed, as the source of the noise appeared on the scene.

Orcs, not many, but more than us, came into view. The vicious barbs on their dark, black blood stained armour as threatening as the scimitars they carried. I had been in situations like this before, but never unarmed.

‘What?’ He said, drawing his sword.

‘Your axe, let me have your axe!’ I shouted, picking up my stick instead; a last resort as he didn’t seem to have registered what I had said.

He glanced at me and, thankfully, decided I was better use as an ally than as something he needed to protect. He thrust the axe into my grasp as the first orc came into striking range. It lifted its curved scimitar high and Thorin thrust his heavy sword into its unprotected gut. It screeched in agony and died on the floor, under the feet of the orc that followed it.

Holding the axe tightly in both hands, I stepped up onto a fallen log and used my new height to slice straight through the neck of an oncoming orc with one swift blow. The axe was sharp and light, its efficiency a tribute to the craftsman who had made it. I felt more powerful with each foul beast that I felled, fighting alongside the Prince like I was born for it, all the while wishing that my life was one of a soldier and not a serving girl. My body felt charged, my mind in total harmony with it; for the first time in weeks I felt like something was right.

As the Prince’s sword hacked the arm from the last orcs body, I cleaved its head from its shoulders, the dismembered corpse falling to the ground with a sickening thud. My shoulders sagged with relief, we were both alive and unharmed. I swung the axe back and forth, looking for a clean orc to wipe the blood from the blade on.

Panting, sweating, the Prince leant back against a tree.

‘If you were a male I would offer you a post in my guard. You fight well.’ He said as I was bending down to clean the axe blade.

‘For a female?’ I said cynically, looking up to make eye contact with him.

‘No, you fight better than a lot of males.’ He said as he wiped his sword blade clean on his already orc-blood stained leg and sheathing it.

‘Then why not employ me as I am?’ I asked hopefully. He shook his head.

‘Dwarf women are precious. You are too few and we need you.’ He said, pushing away from the tree to walk towards me. I stiffened, registering for the first time that I was very alone with a powerful male.

‘You mean to need us to have your children?’ I said, knowing full well that the statement was true and finding it not entirely unappealing when staring back at this handsome man.

‘I know you’re not stupid, so I have to wonder why you must look for an argument whenever we meet.’ He said, stopping a foot away from me. I could reach out to him if I wanted to. I did want to. Sweating and covered in dirt, with windswept hair and a small cut on his face, I found him even more alluring than when he was dressed in his finery.

‘I don’t know what you mean by that.’ I said stubbornly, folding my arms while still carefully holding his axe in one hand.

‘No? You are aware all dwarf women are taught to fight, we do not think you are incapable, even though we don’t choose to put you on the front line.’ He said reasonably, echoing my stance and folding his arms.

‘That should be our choice.’ I contended.

‘And if you all chose to become soldiers and dwarf women slowly died out? What of our race? Dwarf men already outnumber women ten-to-one, how would we continue our already dwindling population?’ He asked, starting to sound impatient now.

He closed the remainder of the gap between us, startling me so that I unfolded my arms and let go of his axe, which fell safely to the floor beside us.

‘It’s highly unlikely that all dwarf women would choose to be soldiers.’ I rationalised, amazed at myself at still being able to think with him as close as he was.

I could feel the heat from his body, count the links in his mail. I tilted my head upwards. We were not touching, the only thing holding me there was my mind; conflicted still, but the side that was drawn to him was currently winning out.

‘But you would, and I cannot even consider having your death on my conscience.’ He said softly, his head lowering.

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t tell right from wrong, my ears were ringing. He was going to kiss me and I wanted it so much that the side of me that would have told me it was a bad idea couldn’t be heard.

‘Thorin, praise be…we thought you’d be dead.’ A voice called, breaking whatever the enchantment had been between us.

The Prince straightened. I recollected my surroundings with a jolt and took a step back from him to see the dwarf who had spoken striding towards us, several armed soldiers at his back. The Prince looked from his friend to me, to the ground, leaned towards me

‘You’ve dropped your axe’ said softly, his lips quirking before turning around to meet the rest of his company ‘you think so little of me, Dwalin?’

‘I didn’t think I’d ever be accused of underestimating you, but you were a lot of them, by the look of it, and with a woman to protect. I’m impressed.’ Dwalin replied as I stealthily picked up the axe, hoping it would go unnoticed.

I had a vague recollection of sighting this dwarf around the mountain; his hair, shaved on both sides of his head and standing up wildly upon the top, was not ordinary. I hadn’t known he was on such good terms with the Prince, however.

‘She can defend herself as well as I ever could.’ The Prince said, nodding towards me. I stared at him, not expecting such praise from him. ‘You were attacked too?’

‘They’re getting bolder. We need to be prepared for war.’ Dwalin nodded gravely.

I started when he said war. The state of affairs here was worse than I had thought. Stepping towards the two men I coughed and both looked round, Dwalin looking more surprised than the Prince.

‘My Lord, I’m sorry to interrupt, but if there’s danger out here…my family…’ I said haltingly.

‘Your family is here? Where?’ Dwalin asked, startled.

‘The South Heath Farm.’ I replied, feeling more and more anxious by the second. If nobody knew they were there my family could have been attacked days ago.

‘I didn’t think anyone lived there.’ Dwalin continued, adding to my feeling of helplessness.

‘They haven’t been there long, if you know where it is can you point me in the right direction?’ I said, knowing I had to leave at that moment.

‘You’re not going on your own.’ The Prince said, and when I opened my mouth to dispute the point he said in an undertone ‘don’t argue with me Hlita, please. I feel guilty for your treatment here as it is, if I sent you into jeopardy, I would not forgive myself.’

‘Pretty words, My Lord.’ I paused to look up into his eyes. ‘I will do as you say, but only if we can leave now.’

At my words, he leapt into action. I stood in awe as his formidable figure took command, dominating the space, and every bearded head took notice.

‘Dwalin, gather the troops. Spread out and head towards South Heath Farm. Be vigilant. I will take Hlita ahead and meet you there.’ He said.

Dwalin shouted his orders and the assemblage set about their tasks. I waited, shifting my weight from one foot to another nervously, watching everyone go. Dwalin approached the Prince and said in a low voice

‘I hope you know what you’re doing, lad.’

The Prince gave him a meaningful look, and they both turned away from another.

‘Follow me.’ The Prince said, making eye contact with me and jerking his head in the direction he was walking in.

I jogged after him. His pace was fast even though he didn’t break out of a walk and he pushed through any undergrowth with much more ease than I did. My feet were hurting and the tiredness that had left me for the excitement of battle had returned.

‘Keep up Hlita.’ He barked.

‘I’m trying.’ I replied breathlessly.

He stopped and faced me. His expression changed from determined to one of concern and he walked back to give me his arm.

‘Lean on me, I’ll help you.’ He said, and I gratefully allowed him to take some of my weight as we walked onwards. ‘Have you walked this far from the Mountain today?’

‘Yes, I set out early. Have you?’ I replied. He shook his head.

‘No, I’ve been here with the company since the day before yesterday.’ He said.

So that meant he must have left the food basket for me just before he left, and it explained why he didn’t look as tired as I felt.

‘I’m glad we’re so far away from the Mountain. I wouldn’t want anyone to see me hanging onto your arm like this.’ I admitted.

‘You are still being worked hard?’ He asked icily, but before I could answer we crested the top of a hill and I could see the small farmhouse where my parents had been living come into view.

I gasped. Dead orcs were scattered around the front door, which had an almighty split down it. There was no sign of life; no noise, no movement came from the house. Just the whinnies of the ponies in the paddock could be heard. I let go of the Princes arm and broke into run, all sense of tiredness disappearing with the thought of my family being in danger.

‘Pa! Pa!’ I shouted as I ran, hazily registering that the Princes heavy footfalls had caught up with me.

I felt an arm around my waist and I was bodily lifted from the ground and stopped from going any further. I struggled against his grip, dropping the axe I was still holding. He wrapped both of his arms around me and pulled me into him.

‘No, don’t just run in there. You don’t know what you’ll find.’ He said into my hair, his breath warming my neck.

‘I have to go! Let me go!’ I yelled as I thrashed in his arms.

‘I��ll go first, please calm down...’ he said, but trailed off as the broken door was yanked open and my father stepped over the threshold.

‘Pa!’ I cried, relief flooding me.

The Prince let me go and I ran into my father’s open arms. My father was a large dwarf and a force of nature when roused; his arms enfolded me and I hugged him back gratefully.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked.

‘I came to see you, I didn’t know there was danger.’ I replied.

‘I wrote to you to tell you we were moving because of the risk of orc attack. Did you not receive my letter?’ he asked, putting me away from him and looking me over.

‘No, I didn’t. Ma, is she all right?’ I said, and tried to pass him to enter the house. A thick forearm was thrust into my path and blocked my way.

‘No, Hlita, don’t go in.’ My father said.

‘Is she…’

‘She’s alive but weak. I don’t think seeing you this way will be a good thing for her.’ He said, taking my hands in his.

‘Seeing me this way…’ I said, looking down at my thin, worn out self.

‘What’s been happening Hlita? Have you been ill?’ he asked worriedly. I shook my head.

‘It’s just harder work than I had thought.’ I lied.

There was a cough from behind us. I started, I had forgotten that the Prince was there, it was not only rude, but another example of my insubordination to his rank.

‘My Lord, this is my father, Nofen son of Norbom. Pa, this is Prince Thorin.’ I said by way of introduction.

The two men eyed each other as though they were sizing the other up, but my father remembered his manners and bowed his head in respect.

‘Your servant, My Lord.’ He said.

‘And yours.’ The Prince replied, ‘my men are soon to arrive, we will give you aid in moving closer to the Mountain.’

‘My thanks, My Lord. I accept, but only if you can contrive to have my daughter to leave before us.’ My father said, bowing his head again.

‘No, I should stay and help you!’ I interposed angrily.

‘If you stay your mother will see you. Seeing you safely away from here is the only option I have.’ He said, his voice soft but, in his fatherly way, I knew there would be no arguing today. Crestfallen, I blew out a deep breath and nodded unhappily. ‘Good girl. Don’t think I’m not happy to see you, I am, but at least I know you’ll be out of harm’s way in the Mountain.’

‘I’ll see she gets there personally.’ The Prince said.

My father looked up, his expression suspicious, and a flash of understanding hit me. He had seen the Prince holding me back before he exited the house and was turning protective. I sat down on a shallow wall to rest, feeling as though I might have been better to have stayed in the Mountain for all the use I had been.

‘With respect, My Lord, if you have someone you trust among your men I would be happier if they escorted her.’ My father said, as respectfully as a man who had rarely ever had to show deferential treatment to anyone could.

‘As you wish.’ The Prince said curtly. ‘If you have a pony she can ride back I will see to it that it’s stabled in the garrison until it can be returned. She’s worked hard today, sparing her feet the walk back would be better for her.’

My father looked at me, nodded and sighed.

‘I’ll go and get the ponies.’ He said, and stomped off in the direction of the paddocks.

When we were alone, the Prince took a few cautious steps towards me.

‘When they’re settled I’ll send a healer to your mother.’ He said.

‘Thank you. I didn’t know she was as ill as this.’ I said shakily.

‘Did you get the basket?’ He said unsurely, reminding me that I had brought its contents with me.

‘Yes. Thank you. Again. I’ve a lot to thank you for.’

‘All is clear My Lord.’ Dwalin’s voice shouted, and I looked up to see him and the rest of the Prince’s company approaching the house.

‘None?’ The Prince said, frowning.

‘We saw signs that they were heading back North. We need to get back and prepare for battle.’ Dwalin replied grimly. The Prince nodded.

‘I will stay with the company and make sure the occupants here get to safety. You will take Hlita back to the Mountain and ready the men for action.’ The Prince said.

Dwalin glanced at me under heavily lowered brows before giving the Prince a searching look.

‘I really hope you know what you’re doing.’ Dwalin said in an undertone, but still loud enough for me to hear.

The Prince responded with a tilt of his head and walked off without another word. Left with a sullen Dwalin, I was relieved when I heard the sound of hooves as my father let my saddled pony in our direction.

‘Are you ready?’ My father asked.

I nodded, picked up my bag ready to hand over to him.

‘Take these. For Ma.’ I said, thrusting my bag towards him. He took it and looked inside. ‘Could you find my medicine bag? There are some things I need from it.’ I continued.

‘I’ll get it.’ He replied, and paused ‘you shouldn’t have brought us this, you look like you need it.’

‘Please Pa.’ I whispered.

He went reluctantly, wanting to say more but not knowing how. I went to my pony’s head and stroked his white face, wishing that I knew what I was doing.

‘Here.’ A deep voice murmured behind me. I looked around to find the Prince standing close, the axe I had dropped gripped in his large hands.

‘Excuse me?’

‘The axe. For you.’ He said, pushing the weapon onto me.

‘I can’t.’ I said, trying to shove it back at him and failing.

‘If you need to protect yourself you will need a weapon. I’m not going to leave you with just a stick.’ He said, smirking.

‘It was a big stick.’ I said cheekily, taking the axe, and attaching it to my saddle.

‘Dwalin will keep you safe, but be careful.’ He said, and nodded to my pony. ‘Let me leg you up.’

I stepped forward to grip the saddle and lifted my left leg for him to boost me up, which he did, surprisingly gently. Most men when giving assistance into the saddle would use too much strength and nearly tip me off the other side, but the Prince’s assistance landed me softly in the seat of my saddle. He lay a hand on my knee and squeezed it tenderly.

‘Whatever happens, from tonight, your family will be out of harm’s way.’ He said, his eyes flickering away from me at the sound of approaching feet. ‘When you return to the Mountain, get some rest.’

With that, he left me to me advancing father and went to speak with Dwalin. Medicine bag in hand, my father was looking harassed, was walking purposefully towards me. I turned my pony and walked to meet him.

‘I wish we were still travelling.’ I said as I took the bag from him.

‘So do I, then I could keep an eye on you.’ He replied sombrely.

‘I’m fine, Pa.’ I said, but his expression merely darkened.

‘You eat some more before you come back to us, and work less hard. There’s nothing in that Mountain worth making yourself unwell, no matter how kindly that Prince treats you.’

‘I don’t look this way on his orders, nor do I stay for him.’ I said, offended.

‘Make sure it stays that way. He might be worthy, but I don’t want you to lose your head over him. Take care of yourself. We’ll see you soon.’ He said, and walked away.

I sat on my pony watching him go, confused, hurt, and wishing, once again, that things were different. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Dwalin walk up beside me until he said

‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes, sorry Dwalin, I hope I haven’t kept you waiting.’ I said, turning my pony to walk beside him.

He grunted in response, then didn’t say a word until we were much closer to the Mountain. I was tired even in the saddle and was having to hang on to my pony’s mane to help me stay upright. I felt sad and upset; feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere and not wanting to cry in front of Dwalin. I blamed the emotions I was feeling on how tired I was.

‘Thorin told me letters from your family haven’t been reaching you.’ Dwalin said suddenly, making me sit up with a jerk. ‘He asked that from now on you send your post through me. I know your brother, he can take anything to your family when you can’t get there yourself.’

‘Thank you, it’s kind of you.’

‘I’m following orders.’ He said gruffly, then looked up at me. ‘Listen, I don’t want to know what’s going on between you and the young Prince, but he looks on you as a friend, so if you need someone you can trust, you can come and find me.’

‘I will.’ I said gratefully.

My first friend, one that I could talk to, was a grim, unsympathetic looking soldier. Against all my preconceived thoughts, I was reassured. As we approached the Mountain gates I slowed my pony and asked Dwalin to stop for a moment. I dismounted and unfastened the axe from my saddle.

‘Can you give this back to Prince Thorin please, and take care of my pony. I’ll be fine from here.’ I said handing him the axe and the reigns of my pony.

‘Thorin asked me to see you to the gates’ Dwalin said, taking both things suspiciously ‘and if he gave you the axe you should keep it.’

‘We can see the gates, I won’t be in danger between here and there. I don’t think it’s a good thing to be seen together; I don’t want anyone to get suspicious. The axe…if anyone were to find it they would accuse me of stealing. It’s best it gets back to its owner.’ I explained. Dwalin gave one nod.

‘You need someone, you come to me.’ Dwalin said firmly.

I gave one nod back in reply, stroked my pony on the nose in farewell and set off back the Mountain, feeling both worse and better at the same time.

#richard armitage #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #fanfiction

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domitxnate · 6 years ago

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Auction Scene - Nate and Jocelyn

Who: Nate Lynn and Jocelyn Sterling @jocierosesterls

When: Sunday 06.09 (morning)

Notes: roleplaying as a new submissive, sex.

Jocelyn was definitely looking forward to this. She didn't know why, but the thought of playing the innocent virgin was super appealing to her. Perhaps it was because she had relatively recently become not such an innocent little girl - but she couldn't think too hard on it. Dressed in a sweetly flowing light blue sundress, she knelt at Nate's door right on time, knocking softly and smiling up at the Dom when he answered. "Good morning, Sir," she said. "I hope you're hungry!" The excuse for her being there was to cook - though Jocelyn knew that wasn't the only thing they'd be doing in his kitchen.

Nate put himself in a simple T-shirt and shorts for this scene, knowing there would be a bit of acting going on here. He opened the door with his patented, charismatic smile, “hey they darlin. Oh I’m a growing boy, I’m always hungry,” he chuckled and allowed her entrance, showing her to the kitchen. “So, what are ya makin for me today gorgeous?”

She laughed softly, following him into the kitchen, color blooming on her cheeks at the compliment. "Oh nothing fancy, Sir. Do you like eggs benedict? Or are you a simpler breakfast kind of person?" Jocelyn asked curiously, peering around the kitchen to get her bearings.

“Not sure I’ve ever had it,” he said simply, leaning against the counter. As Jocelyn started getting some things out, Nate scooted begins her, “hey stay still a second,” he said softly, gently pulling her hair behind her to put it in a quick pony. “There, we can’t have all that hidin’ such a pretty face now can we?”

"Oh I'll definitely have to make that then, Sir, it's so good." She was about to launch into a description of it when suddenly his hands were in her hair, making the flush in her cheeks bloom even brighter, her gaze dropping demurely. "Th-thank you, Sir," Jocelyn said, looking up at him over a shy smile.

He gave her a soft smile back, running his finger along her cheek a moment before slowly stepping back to perch himself on the counter. “Ya know that dress is real pretty. Aren’t ya worried bout messin it up?”

She shivered under his touch, her lips parted slightly, though she cleared her throat when he moved away, as if she were trying to get ahold of herself. "I'm usually pretty neat when I'm cooking, but you're very right, Sir... do you have an apron or something I could put over it?" she asked, though she had a feeling she knew where this was going, her skin already heating in anticipation.

He grinned at her naïveté with a kick to his lips. “Oh I do, yeah. But, there’s always the option of takin it off. I’m sure you’d look extra sexy in just your underwear cookin for me. Such a good girl like that.”

Her cheeks flamed brightly, and she hesitated, turning to look at Nate. "You... you think so, Sir? I haven't really had someone ask to see me like that before," Jocelyn said shyly, proud that she managed not to break her 'character' as she spoke.

“Really? Well that is completely shockin’ - a cute little think like ya? Well I’m happy to be the first one then. I’m happy to take my stuff off too if it’ll make ya feel more comfortable,” he offered with the same soft smile.

She blushed brighter at the thought of him taking off his clothes as well. "Um... y-you don't have to do that, Sir. If you don't want to," Jocelyn said softly. Swallowing hard, she reached up to unzip her dress, holding it demurely against her chest before letting it pool around her feet, leaving her in a demure rosy bra and matching panties.

Another swipe of his tongue rolled over his lips as he watched Jocelyn so innocently strip herself. “Now, doesn’t that feel better?” He grinned. He jumped from his perch and pulled off his shirt and dropped his short, leaving himself only in his boxer-briefs which showcased his bulge perfectly. “Now, I dunno a single thing bout cookin darlin, so how bout ya show me? Talk me through each step as ya do it.”

Her eyes widened as she watched him strip off his clothes, gaze dropping down to his bulge for a moment before she yanked her eyes up somewhere more appropriate. "So um... the first step is to make the bacon, Sir," she began, going to the fridge to get what she needed, oh so aware of his eyes on her body.

He watched her as she moved, enjoying the view immensely. “So where’d ya learn to cook like this?” He asked as he watched her move round the kitchen and get things started.

"My mom taught me, Sir. I was always underfoot in the kitchen so she figured she might as well put me to work," Jocelyn said with a soft laugh, putting the bacon on to cook and standing well back from the pan to avoid any grease splatters on her exposed skin.

“That sounds fun,” he hummed, watching out for splatter himself and making sure she didn’t get hurt. “Ya must be really good at it now, hmm?” Once the bacon was cooking and not splattering so much, he moved closer to her, running his fingers along the length of her arm, “ya certainly look good doin it darlin,” he said, that Southern charm turned all the way up.

"It was - it's also been very helpful being here, I like being able to be useful in case anyone needs something cooked," she babbled on, a bit nervous to be so underdressed in front of someone else. Jocelyn swallowed hard when he stepped closer, the touch of his hand on her arm and the accent making her shiver. "Thank you, Sir... I um... I usually don't cook in just my panties so... I guess that's good to know?" she said, obviously nervous, though her eyes gave away her excitement.

“Well just assume if ya ever cook for me again, ima expect it,” he whispered against her ear, gently pressing his body against her back. His fingers on his good hands traveled down her back and ghosted over her ass. “Focus, pet,” he whispered again as he heard her breath hitch and she seemed to pause slightly.

"Yes, Sir..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment when his body pressed against her back. His order had her eyes snapping open though, a slightly shaky hand moving to flip the bacon. "Wh-what are you doing, Sir?" she asked, her voice breathy, curious more than anything.

“Nothin ya gotta worry yourself on,” he promised. “I’m just enjoyin the view a bit. It’s all okay ya just keep doin what I told ya to do, just like good girls do.”

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded. Being a good girl was important to her - even if this wasn't something she was supposed to be used to. Jocelyn carefully moved the pan from the heat before starting the water to poach the eggs, keeping a careful eye on it, even under the Dom's distracting touch.

“There we go. Good girl,” he hummed as his fingers continued to move up and down her skin. Once the threat of bacon splatter had been set to the side, Nate slid himself behind Jocelyn again. His body pressed against her back, but with watching her beautiful body how dick was far more at attention before and wasn’t easily concealed in the shorts anymore. “Remember, tell me what ya doin,” he said, breathing across her ear and down along her neck. “I wanna hear every step as ya do it.”

She gasped softly when she felt Nate against her ass, her hips tilting back slightly against his bulge. “So I... I’m boiling the water to poach the eggs, Sir,” she stammered out, shivering against him.

"mm, I see," he said softly again, letting his hot breath push against her skin, his fingers still dancing over her skin. He played with the edge over her panties, tracing over the edge of the fabric that clung to her thighs. "And what ya gonna do after that?"

Jocelyn gulped when she felt his touch, her hips shifting as heat rose between her thighs. “While that’s simmering I need to... to make the hollandaise sauce...” she said haltingly, though she couldn’t bring herself to move towards the blender to make it.

"And how do ya make that?" he asked softly, his hand, still over her underwear, rubbing down the valley of her ass and between her legs over the heat and wetness developing in her panties. "Mmm, somethin' ya wanna tell me darlin?" he asked with a smirk as he rubbed her needy mound.

Her jaw dropped open when his hand slid between her thighs, touching her over her panties. The recipe flew from her mind, her hips pushing into his hand until he spoke. “I - wh-What are you doing, Sir?” she asked, trying to look over her shoulder at the Dom. Her cheeks were flushed pinker than ever with her arousal.

He shushed her softly as he continued gently, "Do ya want me to stop darlin'?"

Jocelyn bit her lip, hesitating a moment before shaking her head. “No, Sir...”

"I just wanna feel how ya doin' right now," he responded. After a moment, feeling her body react and listening to her breath hitch he took a step back to let her continue what she was doing with the blender and waiting for her to return. Nate pressed against her back again, his time his hand running up in front of her, cupping her breast over her bra and his lips trailing lightly along her neck and collar bone.

She let out a breath once he moved away, trying to get her bearings after being so surrounded by him - touched by him. Jocelyn tried to focus on what she was doing, and had almost managed to do that once she finished the sauce, but then his hand and body was against her again, his erection against her ass and fingers curled around her breast. "Oh Sir," she sighed, her head tilting to expose more of her neck for his lips.

“Shhhh just focus. Ya have a job to do darlin,” he said softly against her elated skin. His fingers continued to massage her breast, moving to the other as his body continue to press against her. “Ya like bein a good girl, dontcha darlin?”

It was very difficult to do something as fiddly as poaching eggs when Nate was pressed up against her like this, but she did her best. Jocelyn moaned softly, managing to get the eggs into the water carefully though it took a lot more focus than usual. "Yes... yes, Sir, I do," she whispered, closing her eyes again once the eggs were poaching, having a minute or two to enjoy the contact.

“You’re real good at it,” he complimented, “such a good girl. So focused on her job. Feel what you’re doin to me?” He asked, pressing his bulge harder against her ass and rubbed it against her. “Such a pretty girl makin me so hard. What do ya think ya could do bout that?”

She sucked in a breath, visibly pleased at the praise he was giving her and unable to keep from pushing back into the very insistent erection she could feel against her ass. "I um... I could... use my mouth, Sir? I just have never really done that before so I'm not sure how good I would be," she said quietly.

“Oh ya haven’t?” He asked, reaching into the cup of her bra to rub her nipple teasingly. “I bet you’ll be so good at it. Ya been thinkin bout what it might be like, haven’t ya?”

She let out a squeak when his fingers found her nipple. Jocelyn gulped, taking a moment to scoop the finished eggs from the water before answering the Dom's question. "I... yes, Sir, I have been," she admitted softly, flushing.

Once she had moved the eggs from the water it was safe to spin her around to face him and Nate leaned back against the counter. He pulled his cock from its confines, semi hard in his hand already, but gave her a minute to look it over. He knew he was bigger than most and for a virgin, it'd probably be pretty overwhelming. "Wouldn't your mouth be so pretty on a cock like this?"

The way he moved her around made her heart thud in her chest, her pulse only picking up more when he exposed his firm length. "Oh... do - do you think it would, Sir? I can try and see," she offered, licking her lips without thinking.

Nate nodded at her sweet question, smiling at how cautious and concerned she seemed, "I do think so, darlin. Why don't ya get on your knees for me, darlin? Nice and slow, ya can start with your tongue first get a real taste for it."

She let out a shaking breath and slowly lowered to her knees, resting her hands on Nate's thighs lightly. Jocelyn leaned in, shyly pressing her lips to the tip of the Dom's length before dragging her tongue over smooth skin in little kitten licks, as if acquainting herself with the act.

"Good girl," he hummed as he watched her slowly move infront of him on her knees. "There ya go," he encouraged, "Not so bad, yeah? Try longer licks now. I bet you'll get me nice and hard so fast."

Feeling a bit more emboldened, she lapped a bit more confidently at him, teasing her tongue along his length. Jocelyn covered the whole of his shaft in long licks, shyly sliding her lips over the head of him occasionally, a shiver going down her spine when she felt his cock thickening under her mouth. "Like this, Sir?"

He moaned contently as her tongue strokes became longer, brushing over the full length of his member. It slickened up nicely as it grew and twitched at her face. "Mmhmm, just like that, darlin," he hummed,, tucking some stray hair from her ponytail behind her ear. "Ready to put it in your mouth, darlin'? I know it's a lot, but I think ya can do it."

Jocelyn beamed up at him when he praised her, her cheeks flushed sweetly. She licked her lips, her gaze dropping back to his cock before lifting to meet his. "I think I'm ready, Sir," she agreed, her voice breathy. The blond wrapped her lips around the tip carefully, sucking gently as she slid her mouth down further, cautious but obviously eager.

This time, it was a full moan that vibrated through his chest as he felt her lips enveloped his length, the heat from her breath surrounding it as she slowly began to suck on him. "Oh god yeah," he moaned, tipping his head back a moment to enjoy the euphoric feeling of her mouth on him.

She hummed in delight when she heard him moan, knowing she must be doing something right. Jocelyn sat up a bit, giving herself a better angle to try and take more of him in her mouth, her hands lifting to rest on his hips as she continued to bob over him. She slid her tongue along him as she moved, experimenting to find what he liked most.

As he felt her tongue he moaned louder, enjoying the change up of sensations along his cock. He was rock hard now, pulsing and twitching between her cheeks, feeling her suck and lick him beautifully. "Mmmm oh god yeah," he moaned before finally pulling himself back to be out of her mouth, "Ya keep goin' and you're gonna make me cum darlin'. You're so good at that."

She licked her lips when he pulled out of her mouth, looking up at him in concern - though his comment made her smile. "Thank you, Sir, I.. I liked doing that for you. Making you feel good... why um, why did you stop?" she asked, biting the inside of her lip.

"Cos I wasn't ready to be done yet," he said with a chuckle and honesty. "Once a guy cums, that's pretty much it." He held out his hand to help her stand, "But I will tell ya, that ya can let everyone know you're experienced at givin' head now and quiet good at it. Makes me wonder what else ya might be good at too," he hummed, rubbing his fingers over her panties again.

"Oh... I didn't know that, Sir," she said as she stood. Jocelyn laughed softly and shrugged, unsure in her character if she would do that. Her mouth dropped open again when he touched her, a soft moan pushing out. "Did you... have anything in mind, Sir?" she asked.

"Oh i do," he hummed happily, slipping his finger under her panties and between her folds. "Mmmm, seems like you really want a little more too," he teased, slipping one finger into her core. "How good's that feel, hmm? Imagine something even bigger now."

She had to reach out to hold onto his shoulder, her legs trembling when his fingers slid inside of her panties, inside of her. "Oh god... mm. Yes, please, Sir, that feels... bigger?" Her eyes lifted to his, full of curious innocence even though she knew what was coming. "H-how much bigger, Sir?"

Slowly he slipped in a second finger, pushing it in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up his pace in her tight core. He moved himself forward, pushing his hard cock against her body before looking down at it, "This much bigger. I could make ya feel so good darlin. I really think you'd enjoy it. Good girls get prizes like my cock."

Her grip on his shoulder tightened, her body pressing into the touch. Jocelyn gasped softly, gulping hard as he told her what he had in mind. She pretended to hesitate, to think it over, before she nodded shakily. "I want to, Sir... I want to feel it," she agreed, her voice breathy.

He watched her face, the excitment and the concern coming over it. He smiled when she agreed, scooping her up and taking her towards the bed room, plopping her down on her back. He made quick work of disrobing her - her undergarments just in the way at this point before crawling over top of her between her spread legs. "One rule, darlin'," he said softly, rubbing his pulsing head between her folds, "Ya gotta get permission to cum. Can ya do that for me, good girl?"

Jocelyn couldn't help the squeak of surprise that came from her as she was so abruptly whisked into the bedroom and stripped. She didn't even have time to be shy before he was on top of her, his cock pressing against her so perfectly. "I can, Sir, I promise," she murmured, her hips pressing up as if trying to urge him inside even faster.

"mmm someone's excited hmm?" he teased, rolling his head between her folds to get himself nice and slick. "Alright, darlin', ima go nice and slow, alright. Wrap your hands around the bars of the headboard. Do not let go unless I tell ya to, understood?" he asked before slowly pushing his cock into her core, working it in and out slowly as if he was doing it for the first time.

She reached up obediently to grab the headboard. "Yes, Sir - oh, god," she moaned out as he pushed into her. Jocelyn swallowed hard, her legs bending up and out to frame his hips. "Oh my god, Sir... you f-feel so big," she whispered.

He groaned as he pushed into her, feeling her core completely and feeling her walls constrict against him as he completely entered her. "God you're so tight darlin'," he growled, starting his rhythm in and out of her. He kept it slow, the chagne in her position causing a louder moan as he was able to enter deeper inside her.

Her fingers gripped the bars of the headboard tightly, toes curling into the sheets under her. "Didn't... know it would be like this," she breathed out, her hips pushing up into his to meet his thrusts.

He grunted as their thrusts met together, moaning loudly as he rocked his hips against her to feel deep deep inside her core. “Want it to feel even better?” He asked, lifting one of her legs to hook over his shoulder. He picked up his paces slightly but moaned again when his cock was able to fill her even deeper.

She wasn't sure how it could feel better. But when he pushed her leg up, his cock sliding even deeper inside of her, it was suddenly very clear. She let out a cry of pleasure, her back arching as the sensations swam through her. "Oh my god, Sir, yes!" she moaned out.

“I knew you’d like it,” he growled, continuing to rock his body against her spread legs, rolling his hips in and out of her for more friction. “God damn ya feel so fuckin good,” he moaned, thrusting a little harder into her, getting a quick steady rhythm going.

Her cheeks flushed brightly as he continued to pound deep inside her. Jocelyn had to hold on tightly to the bars to make sure she didn't disobey, though she wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him close. "Sir, I... I'm g-getting close, Sir, please!"

His own climax was verging very close when he heard her warned, “ask nice pretty girl,” he ordered, “beg me for it like a good girl.”

She couldn't help the whine that caught in her throat, her stomach tight with the need to release. "Please, Sir, please! Please can I cum?" she begged without thinking, the words falling from her lips almost before she could think them.

“Hold it,” he hummed for only a moment, not wanting to push her too far but wanted to get her right on the edge for as long as he could. “Good girl. Alright cum for me nice and loud.”

Jocelyn bit the inside of her lip, her whole body beginning to tremble with the effort of holding back her pleasure. When he gave permission, she didn't disappoint - she let out cry, her body clenching around his length as she came hard, still holding onto the headboard even as she shook.

Feeling her cum around him was the exact push he needed for his own climax. He rode her out until her orgasm was finished, pulling out of her and stroking himself to completion over her pelvis, stomach and tits. He groaned loudly, his muscles tightening and straining from the pleasure, looking over her painted body. “Fuck,” he groaned as he started to settle, smirking down at her after his body started to relax.

She melted back against the bed, squirming a little when she felt his release spraying across her skin. Sleepy blue eyes blinked up at him, a little smile stealing over her lips. "You made me into a mess, Sir," she teased, still holding onto the bed.

“But it looks so pretty,” he smirked as he rolled off her, grabbed a towel and laid next to her, cleaning her off. “Ya can let go now darlin. Such a good girl,” he hummed.

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