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Chapter Four

Thorin grabs you firmly by the hips with one hand, pulling you against him while grasping his cock with the other hand, pressing the head of his throbbing erection at your wet entrance.

« Tell me how much you want me… »

« Desperately Thorin, please… »

« Tell me what you want, tell me you need me to fuck you fast and hard… »

« Yes! Gods yes! Fuck me, fuck me now, don't hold back… give me everything you've got, please! »

Groaning loudly Thorin pushed the head of his cock pass your opening, marveling at the sensation of your heat around his, pushing in further at an agonizingly slow pace that is sure to drive you completely mad.

The sounds Thorin is making are primal and incredibly arousing… You want to see him, you need to see him and you remember vaguely the mirror, so you turn your head and what you witness then, almost bring tears to your eyes.

Thorin is kneeling behind you, is whole body covered in a thin sheet of sweat, arching his back with his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, a God before your eyes bathed in the shimmering light of the fire, as if the flames themselves were licking at his glorious features…

He is slowly pushing his cock into you, his ass contracted tightly, his muscular arms are stretch out completely, his hands grasping your hip bones his knuckles turning white from the strain it should hurt you but it doesn't… you want him to make you his…

You see small beads of sweat dripping down his perfect chest… His long hair is falling over his shoulders, caressing his back, his eyes are shut tight, his delicious mouth parted in a silent « ah » and he keeps pushing slowly, more and more deeply until he bottoms up, letting out an animalistic sound when his heavy balls hit your ass and he's finally fully sheathed into your hotness.

Your eyes can't stop looking at him, you're transfixed by the sight, and you're still having a hard time believe this is happening. That Thorin Oakenshield, the one you've been lusting over for months, his now buried deep inside you and just about to fuck you into oblivion.

Thorin stops his movement, plunged into your heat to the hilt, and slowly caresses your back starting between your shoulder blades and trailing down you to ass, grabbing a handful of your cheek. You whimper at that, pushing your hips back onto him, begging him to start moving.

Thorin realizes you are looking at him in the mirror and he takes a moment to run his eyes over your body. He bends over your back, a hand reaching down under you to fondle with your breast…

« Yesssss, oh please Thorin, move, move now please fuck me! »

Something seems to brake inside Thorin at the sheer force of your passion for him. You see if eyes darkening even further, his lips coming into a thin line, his hand leaving your breast and grabbing both your hips again and you know you're in for a rough fuck then. Thorin withdraws his cock very slowly then, almost all the way out and you see something dangerous flashing in his eyes…

Before you register what his happening, even though you're looking at him in the mirror, he's slamming into you with such force you almost fall over, crying out in ecstasy.

« Ma-hal…. So tight! So fucking tight… »

His pounding into you savagely and you wouldn't have it any other way. Your hips are rolling back into his thrust and you're desperate for more. Thorin bends down to bite hard at your shoulder and you moan loudly…

« By the Gods… you're perfect…. I'm gonna fuck my seed so deep into you… I'm going to mark you as mine… «

between powerful thrust he adds, through clenched teeth a possessive and bestial look on his face…

« No one else will ever take you like this, I've been dreaming of fucking you just like this for so long… slamming into your hotness like this, making your desperate for more»

You completely gone by then… you can barely remember your own name all you can do his meet his powerful thrust by rolling your hips faster against him and you keep moaning is name incoherently your head falling forward with exhaustion…

« Thorin I'm so close, please! »

You can hardly believe it when Thorin's thrust become even stronger and faster, all you can hear is your desperate breathing, Thorin's loud grunts and curses, and the sound of skin slapping on skin, it's utterly filthy and you're loving every minute of it… Your inner walls are starting to clench uncontrollably and you're mewling loudly, begging him for your release, every sound you make urging him hammer into you more viciously… the contractions of your hotness bringing him on the brink of completion…

You risk another look in the mirror and you see Thorin's face contorted with sheer pleasure, his teeth clenched tightly, desperately gripping your hips to hold you still while his pumps into you at a frantic pace… every muscle on his perfect body is tightly contracted, and he finally opens his eyes to meet your gaze on the reflective surface of the glass.

« Mine! »

He all but growls at you, out of breath and out of control, his hand slipping under you, pressing hard against your clit and you cry out as a thunderous orgasm crashes through you, shouting Thorin's name and almost fainting from the overwhelming sensation.

The sight of you coming undone so beautifully is enough to send Thorin over the edge, slamming for a few more powerful thrust into you, his balls hitting your ass loudly with each roll of his hips, your still convulsing walls milking him and you have just enough energy left to lift your head and look over to the mirror, and you witness the perfection of him coming deep inside of you, your name a desperate plea on his lips before his falls over, resting his utterly drained body onto your back.

You fall flat on the bed from the weight of his body combined with the exhaustion you feel and you both lay there, breathing heavily, just enjoying the after glow of this blissful encounter.

"Do you punish all your servant's misbehavior this way, my Lord?"

Thorin chuckles softy at your words…

"Only those for whom I have the carnal need to possess and you, my Lady, are to only one who brings out such powerful passions out of me…"

"Should I be flattered by your words?"

"I'd rather you be insulted by them… then your cute little temper would flare again… giving me yet another opportunity to make you feel my warth, deep inside of you…" he whispers against your ear, caressing the roundness of your ass, half-dazed from the strain of his ministrations on you, wariness covering him and lullying him to sleep next to you…

Still uncertain of what the future holds for you, you shudder at the promise his words carry, allowing yourself to fall into a peaceful sleep in his arms…