The Dragon's Kiss
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x OC mage Adenveir NSFW - smut!
Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Day 14 - Week 2
May 14th : Week 2: Draco (the dragon)
Characters: Thorin x OC Adenveir Gana (mage) (pronounced – Ah-den-veer)
Fandom: Richard Armitage – Thorin Oakenshield – The Hobbit
(The character of Thorin Oakenshield was created by J.R.R. Tolkien)
Timeline: AU Post (BOFTA) – No one dies, everyone lives - And magi exist
Warnings: dragon x mage, size differences, graphic sex, dragons, magic, dwarves, fire breathing, character death??
Word count: 2.9k
Adenveir moved swiftly through the brush, after a hare from Radagast’s crew. She needed just a bit of bunny for her spell. And she wanted one of his, they were the fastest in all the kingdoms. Mirkwood had many creatures to it, but the hares were truly remarkable. Adenveir nabbed one in her long fingers and hung it near her face, the hare thumped her forehead and tried to get out of her grasp, “Shh.. shh, its ok now. I just need a few little hairs”, the long eared hare twitched and turned itself to look at her, sniffing at her. Adenveir pinched a few hairs and dropped the hare into the brush, it scurried away, thumping his back leg and shuddering. Adenveir looked at the long strands of grey in her fingers, “Nice. That will do it,” she giggled, and put them into a satchel of reckoning. She headed back to her hut on the edge of Mirkwood, near Esgaroth.
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Several miles away, in a clearing Thorin was wielding some staves with Dwalin. The two had managed to find time to exercise, and both were now topless in the sun, fighting playfully.
Thorin swings and nearly hits Dwalin in the jaw, “Almost had you old friend”, he jeers. Dwalin ducked, “Got to get up a little earlier for me laddy”.
Thorin smirked, “Well its only cause I don’t want to hurt an old man”.
Dwalin, “I’m not that much older than you, and far stronger too.”
Thorin, spun around and cracked Dwalin on the shoulder, “Yeah,” he said, as he stepped closer, the stave leaning into Dwalin’s right shoulder, pushing him down, “Guess we’ll have to see that won’t we,” Thorin panted in exertion. Dwalin, pushed back up from his slouch and banged his stave into Thorin’s from underneath, wrenching Thorin away from him. They both grunted, and Thorin stepped back re-adjusting.
Dori walked up to disturb them, “Excuse me, sire”, Thorin looked to Dori and Dwalin cracked him in the jaw, Thorin went down like a ton of bricks and hit the grasses. Dori looked surprised.
Dwalin laughed, walking up to Thorin on the ground, “I told ye, still a pup. And I never get tired of setting you down.” Thorin’s eyes came open, as he sat up, “And I never get tired of the humility, apparently,” he said, allowing Dwalin a hand to bring him upright. Thorin, rubbed his jaw, “That was a good crack.” Dwalin smiled, “ye, it was. Let’s get some grub ya?” Dori smiled and nodded, “That’s what I came to get you for,” Dwalin walked away from Thorin with Dori, leaving him in the clearing, topless and bruised.
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Thorin looked up to the looming mountain, and sighed, happy to be home. He gathered his gear and was putting his shirt on when a streak formed in front of him. Thorin squinted thinking it was the sun playing with his eyes. A woman, tall, lean and elven like stood before him, Thorin bristled, thinking her an elf. “What do you want?” he scoffed, pulling his shirt over his head.
The voice of the woman was but a whisper on the wind, “Come with me, to riches beyond compare, my King”, the figure said.
Thorin shook his head again, “I don’t have time for your games today, whatever you are” He called out to someone else in the glen behind the figure. The figure hovered and was glowing a light blue. Thorin stopped just inches from it and readjusted his stance, the stave behind him. Her eyes bore into him, and he had to look up at her. “Look,” swallowed, “Whatever you want, I am sure we can make arrangements for the,” The figure touched him with a wispy hand, and Thorin dropped again to ground, landing hard on his staff. The figure materialized more solid and touched the ground, stepping towards him, lying on his back in the grass. His chest hair shining in the sunlight, in his open shirt. He was breathing steadily in a sleep, and she touched his chest tentatively, wanting to feel it, feel him. Her hand trailed up to his hair, and the braids still in it, framing his face, his hair splayed out in the grass about his head majestically. She ran her fingers through it, and the tendrils sparkled along her fingertips in bright flecks of light, nearly shifting the spell she had cast for herself.
Adenveir looked upon Thorin Oakenshield with great adoration in his slumber, and pressed her errant hand into his chest, speaking in elven tongue over him, the whispers of spirits around her, created a cloud of mist in the high sunlight. As her hand stayed, dark scales shown under her fingertips and against Thorin’s skin. It spread across his body in great flourish, as a choral sound and whispers filled her ears with cacophony. His clothes fell away, and he was stark naked in the valley, covered in scales, and growing larger by the second. A voluptuous tail unfurled from between his mighty legs and Adenveir giggled in amazement, “Its working” she said aloud.
More scales bloomed on his skin and claws appeared where his meaty hands were, and finally his mane of hair, shortened, the tendrils of braids blending into his now reptilian face, and coarse horns cropping out from his head like a crown. He was green and gold and absolutely magnificent, Adenveir thought to herself. His belly was round, and solid, and a slit along his tail, told her he would be endowed with something else very soon. Thorin moved a bit, groggry headed as he tried to sit up, not quite opening his eyes, “What in Durin’s name is going on?”
He put his clawed hand to his head, and rubbed his temple, feeling an outcropping of horn, his eyes shot open immediately, and he looked down at himself. Adenveir stood and stepped a few feet from him, giving him room to adjust. The valley was still empty, none of his kin had come looking for him. Her spell of enchantment trailed further along the valley floor, concealing them both. Adenveir was not glowing blue anymore, she looked like a wood elf, although a softened version of one, and wore grey blue hood and grey shift. Her blue eyes were icy against Thorin’s warm ones, and her white hair looked silver in the sunlight. Thorin saw her first, as he tried to make sense of himself. His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and then, as if something else took over he grinned like a cheshire cat and stepped towards her, his large tail swishing on the ground behind him now.
Thorin looked behind him a second, and the grin got bigger. He ran his claws over his arms and smoothed the scales against his exposed chest and belly. Thorin scowled again, looking up at her inquisitively. The lines on his reptilian face were mottled in thought. Adenveir spoke, quietly at first, “I wanted to give the King a gift”, she said, a shy smile.
Thorin’s eyes bore into her, “A gift? Is this my gift, mage?” Adenveir stood her ground and did not cower to him, even though he was now 2 feet taller than her, “Yes it is. I wanted you to learn what it felt like.” Thorin looked at her again, his hand still resting on his belly.
“Well, this certainly is a new sensation. And what I am supposed to do with it?” Thorin asked her. Adenveir looked nearly sullen, “I don’t know, I guess I thought it would help you,” Thorin looked incredulous, his deep voice booming even more that he had a larger lung capacity in this form, “Help me? How would being a dragon help me, or my people? Dragons are no friend of mine.” Thorin scratched at his own skin now. His teeth shown, and gritted, his hot breath pulsing against her face.
Adenveir stepped towards him, “Even more reason to feel what it is like, so you can see the world through their eyes,” Thorin hissed through his new found large mouth, “Maybe I should teach you lesson, I am bigger and stronger now, did you really think it was a good idea to turn me into something so vulgar.”
Adenveir stood so close, he was forced to close his mouth and breathe through his nose, She was shorter, but she still managed to make it just below his snout, “I do. I stand by my claim.”
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Thorin grabbed her with his large, clawed hands at her waist and threw her across the field, she hit the force field around them and bounced to the ground. Adenveir smiled and stood up, two knives came out of her robes and she roared running at him and jumping off a rock, catapulting towards him. Thorin saw it, and caught her, Adenveir punched both blades into his scaly chest, and Thorin groaned. He tossed her to the ground again, and pushed his large foot down over her, pinning her to the ground. Thorin pulled both blades from his chest, blood streamed down his scales but he felt no pain. He laughed heartily, “Come again, mage, you want to try that again,” his roaring laugh reverberated through his whole form. He moved his foot and Adenveir rolled away from him, lunging at him again with a small broad sword, Thorin grabbed the sword, squeezing her hands until she relented with a cry. He threw her sword away and it landed in a tree about 50 yards away. His paws made a come-hither gesture, and Adenveir spoke from elvish, a large orb formed in her palms, she placed her palms together and threw it at him. Thorin dodged and it hit the force field, bouncing, and landing into Adenveir’s chest, throwing her back to the ground. Thorin laughed mightily.
Thorin leaned down and stepped over Adenveir’s form on the ground. She huffed, trying to process the effects of the orb as it faded away. Thorin’s snout was right in line with her face, he grinned wildly, hovering over her, “What else you got?” his eyes looked at her, ready for more.
Adenveir, reached in her cloak, trying to find a satchel, but Thorin snickered and pinned a hand down.
“Nope, not another spell, mage, you need to show me some real mettle.” Thorin said, his wild dragon tongue protruded at her, his mouth opening slightly to taste her neck. Adenveir froze, feeling it against her skin, “Please no, I just wanted, I just…” Thorin sneered, “You will be sorry you trifled with me”, his breath hot on her face, his snout snorting against her robes. Thorin took a single claw and drug it across her chest, the fabric of her jerkin broke apart, exposing her breasts to him. His long lizard tongue, lapped at her nipples, as they formed into tight nubs at his touch. Adenveir moaned, still pinned beneath him, as he stood on her robe.
“You wouldn’t hurt me, I know that, the townsfolk speak of your mercy,” Adenveir whispered against his snout. Thorin’s voice boomed, a bit softer, “Oh, I won’t hurt, you more than you deserve, but you should be careful when giving a heated man power like this,” the s’ hissed, as his tongue tickled her neck again, and played at her cleavage, her chest heaving.
Thorin’s claw moved lower, and etched along her britches, Adenveir’s breath hitched in alarm, her eyes growing wide, secretly aching in her secret place for this. She never imagined it would be this easy to entice the King in this way, it must be the dragon sickness in him that still burns underneath his skin. Thorin tore at her britches and soon she was uncovered, his dragon chuckle was throaty and divine as he licked her from her knees to her breast. Adenveir felt his warm breath on her delicate flesh and moaned again. Thorin spoke, “You taste divine, pure golden honey on my tongue”, a low rumble in his throat as he nuzzled her neck again. Something shifted between his powerful thighs, and when Adenveir looked down towards her own legs, it revealed itself in its throbbing glory. The slit opened, and a diamond shaped head protruded, and grew almost instantly before her eyes.
Thorin growled, as much as a dragon King could growl, and Adenveir moved to rub it with her thigh, he grew larger, the sturdiness of his cock as it tapered downward was remarkable. The thick throbbing base was far too big for her, but she knew that it would change her, even with a spell. Adenveir looked back into his eyes and bit her bottom lip, “Will you be gentle?”
Thorin looked down at himself then, between her thighs, “Oh, my,” he looked back at her, “I shall try, but it may leave a mark”. Adenveir gulped, “I am prepared for that”. Thorin gleamed, his eyes shining, “Then I shall prepare you,” and he dove his face between her legs, lapping eagerly at her folds, hot juices pouring from her double quick, as she whimpered and cried out.
Thorin breathed hot onto her cunt and lapped up her juices, growling again in arousal, his tail held sturdy to the ground, and he sat up, pulling her onto his lap, and easing her onto his ruddy cock, inch by exquisite inch. Adenveir shivered, his clawed hands on her waist, sitting back against a rock, and pushing deeper into her. Her eyes rolled back and she barely could whisper out, “Please.. no more”, before he pulled her up a bit, and then sank down further, groaning his dragon breath out so fiercely it brushed the hair from around her face. Adenveir touched his chest, the blood stained his scales, but the wounds were healing already. She leaned in and licked the blood from his scaly chest, and like an animal Thorin groaned again, pushing her faster onto him, and shoving his tongue into her mouth then as she gasped up from his chest.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth, his dragon lips against hers, the tongue choked her. His cock was savagely fucking her, deep and thick and strong. Adenveir couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and as her core spasmed against him, she saw more than stars in her eyes, she saw the sky open up and swallow her whole. Her climax burst against her, in rolling waves, dangerous heat, and flowing juice. Thorin roared and moved faster, thrusting from the bottom, and moving her effortlessly atop him. “Oh god, your amazing, I.. I” he managed as he forced his way in deeper and Adenveir screamed an unholy scream of passion. Thorin felt a fire in his belly grow, and smoke started to emanate from his snout. The feel of his heavy balls clenching against her spasms gave him new power. Adenveir screamed out again, her mouth gaping, open.
Thorin beared down as a fire ball raised from his belly and released from his mouth, he breathed fire into her tender throat, scorching her lungs as he shot red hot cum, in delicious abandon into her tight and throbbing cunt. Adenveir was limp in his arms, ash formed at her mouth, Thorin, cradled her against him, a little panicked, as he didn’t know if he had killed her.
The veil of mist around them started to dissipate, and he could feel himself unsteady and finding himself again, as the moments crept by. Thorin set her down on the grasses and covered her with her robe. Adenveir lay unconscious on the valley floor. Thorin rubbed his belly now, the scales flaking off easily. His stature was returning to normal, as was his face. And still the mage lay still on the ground. His panic rose further now, as he found his clothes and dressed quickly. He shook at her shoulders and then her eyes flashed ice blue, coughing and gasping for breath. Her lips still ashen, her skin the palest grey he had ever seen.
“Thank Mahal you are still with us,” Thorin smiled above her. Adenveir shyly smiled back, “That was, unexpected,” she said, trying to sit up. Thorin helped her a moment sitting with her, “Are you alright?” Adenveir nodded, slowly, still swallowing a little roughly, “I think so, I certainly got, well” a slight smile as she rubbed her sore abdomen, “more than I bargained for”. Thorin furrowed his brow, “That wasn’t real was it? I didn’t mate with you?” Adenveir, “I don’t know, that was a lot more intense than I anticipated when I created the spell.” Thorin looked thoughtfully at her then, “What do I call you, if I should ever, well, come upon you again?” Adenveir looked at him hopeful, “my name is Adenveir, I live in Mirkwood, and I am the child of a wizard and an elf,” Thorin nodded, “uh hmm, that would explain the boldness and utter disregard for my station.” Adenveir looked down, “Im sorry about that, but at least I can go on record and say, the King is hot tempered.” Thorin chuckled throatily, holding her against him then, “If I let you leave here, you can say whatever you like, my kin won’t believe you”. Adenveir shivered in the midday sun, “You didn’t kill me then, are my chances better now?” Thorin brought his hand to her chin, and kissed her softly, “We’ll have to see what kind of damage I can do, with my own body next time”. Adenveir blushed and melted into his strong arms.
THE END.
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