Imagine Thorin taking care of you while you are sick and horny
Thorin: *enters his Chambers where you are holed up with a fever* Oin, I'll take it from here.
Oin: thank Mahal this one has been rambling about wanting your cock and asking for you for about two hours. *Leaves in a hurry*
Thorin: hello my queen *smiles down at you as he wipes your forehead with a damp cloth*
You: Thorin! I need you... *Bucks you hips uselessly at him*
Thorin: you are sick my love, you can have as much of me as your cunt desires once you are better.
You: but Thorin I can't relax please, I need something.
Thorin: you always become insatiable when you're sick. *Slides his hand between your legs*
You: thank you!
Thorin: but after this you sleep!
You: I promise!












