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○ Cloaked in Green || Part Three

- s u m m a r y -

"you are my sun, my moon and all my stars". - ee cummings

Mother always told us that loving our father was the easiest thing she ever did and that the same applied to her love for her children, for us. As a child, I lived for these moments where she spoke of our father and their love, dreaming of having that kind of love.

However, now I find that statement and memory hard to digest as I sit here a woman grown.

Loving someone is far from being easy, sometimes in a case of a parent there is the obligation love, which is an easy love, but when it comes to loving a partner. Love can cruel and rough and sometimes strong enough to throw you off a cliff. Or in my case...strong enough to tie you up and lock you away.

○Reclaimed in Black: part one

- s u m m a r y -

"you are worth more than second thoughts and maybes." -anon

The Sequel of Cloaked in Green is the story of Aranea, the twin sister of Aragorn finding and realizing her true purpose. Following her as she comes to terms with what the world has given her.

A chance to set a new example,

to rebuild ideals,

and change old perspectives.

By reclaiming herself Aranea is changing the course previously set during the War of the Ring. Our soulmate trope has changed into a love triangle(square?), as we are introduced to two gentlemen that will cross the path of our dark lady and watch as they fall under her charm. All the while Aranea is focused on her people, and making sure they and her loved ones survive the impending doom that is soon to swallow all of middle-earth.

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[theblogofdurin]

Rough, quick one-shot-

word count: 757

-mild angst followed by mild happiness-

a/n: sorry not sorry, I didn't revise before posting 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“I think I am quite ready for another adventure.” Bilbo smiled excitedly as he moved to grip Elrond's hand. The Elf smiled brightly at the little hobbit as he carefully led him up the small ramp into the small vessel. 

Bilbo sighed happily as he leaned against his walking stick near the railing on the main deck.  The smell that was in the air was something so familiar to him that he couldn't hold back the sigh of contentment.

Bilbo's memory may be slower and now fading at the ripe age of 129 but he could never forget that smell of adventure that came with the unknowing. It was a smell that brought Bilbo great comfort but also great sadness as he remembered his past fellow companions.

“My Lord Elrond.” Bilbo spoke gently, almost shaking as he looked up at the tall Elf. “When we arrive at our destination...What is it that we are expected to find?”

After spending a decent amount of time recently with the old hobbit, Elrond was quick to understand the true background of his words. “I do not know what all that awaits us, My Mellon. We can only hope for good things.” The hobbit snorted and Elrond raised a quizzical brow.

"Remember that saying that I told you when we first met?" Elrond smiled at the memory as he repeated that very saying. "'Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes' Yes I remember fondly that phrase." 

"It was very well proven there."

Chuckling and shaking his head, Elrond didn’t get a chance to reply before Gandalf and Frodo joined the two.

Frodo, red-eyed, wrapped a tight hug around his uncle. The action made Bilbo smile waterly and rub a gentle tremoring hand on Frodo's back, as the younger hobbit spoke into his uncle's shoulder. 

“I didn’t truly realize how hard saying goodbye would be.” 

“Living with me, my boy, you should already know.”

“What do you mean, Uncle?”

“That goodbyes are nothing but ‘See you soon’ when it comes to true relationships.” Gandalf and Elrond smiled down at the two, a knowing glint in both of their eyes as their gazes met. 



With the final passengers on board, the sails were lowered and the final journey of the last member of Thorin Oakenshield’s Company began. 

As former Ring-bearers, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were granted the luxury only a selected handful of the free people of all Middle-Earth have been awarded. 

A trip to the closest thing to Heaven in all of Middle-Earth. 

A place in the Grey Havens. The place that could heal and strengthen many; however, there are some things that it can not cure or prevent… Death being one of them.

Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End went peacefully and quietly sometime in the late hours of the first night of his new adventure. Though he was alone at the time, ( something that Frodo had taken rather hard.), Frodo knew deep down that his uncle was not alone for long…

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"Uncle! Uncle!"

"Mahal's Beard, it was about time!"

"Shamukh!!"

"Bilbo's here?"

"I'll get the fire going!"

"MASTER BOGGINS!"

Grunting at the sudden total weight on his chest, Bilbo rolled and pushed at his sudden attacker. 

“Kili, would you-” Bolting straight up once he realized what he just said, Bilbo rubbed at his eyes cartoonishly as he took in the sight before him with his mouth agape. 

Sitting around the open fire as they all had done for many nights on their quest. Everyone smiled and waited patiently for the hobbit to register his surrounding. Like they had all down at various points over the years. Dori, Nori and Ori were on the longest of the logs, with Ori tucked happily in between his older brothers. Oin and Gloin were just across the fire from the three, sitting on the shorter one of the logs. Bilbo's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the ginger dwarf, hadn't he seen him healthy and happy just a few years ago? Gloin nodded with a smile and Bilbo realized that...war takes its toll on all. Bilbo had been lucky that he's memory left him soon after the council meeting, for the stress sending his son on a mission to Mt. Doom was too much for Gloin and abilbo could've only imagined.

Turning to look over the rest of the camp,  Bilbo followed the line of amused faces of Bofur, Bifur, and Bombur, as they laughed in joy at seeing their hobbit friend. Bilbo didn't forget to catch Balin and Dwalin leaned up against the rock face that was on the back of the camp. The two older brothers smiled knowingly and nodded in acknowledgment as Bilbo met their gazes. 

All of them, Bilbo realized, looked exactly the same as they did when they all knocked and burst through his door at Bag-End that fateful night. Bilbo's mind shook as he moved to rub at his eyes again.

Speaking of not aging, next to the quivering hobbit there was Kili, kneeling and smiling so brightly at the bewildered look on Bilbo's face as he looked up at him. Kili tilted his back in a loud laugh and clapped a hand against Bilbo's back.

"It's nice to see you again Master Boggins. We were starting to wonder if our burglar was ever going to join us."

Kili was just as he remembered, and so was Fili, who was not far behind his brother. Bilbo could him clearly over Kili shoulder, currently shoving a taller, darker figure whose back was turned away from the rest. Fili was practically jumping as he pointed and gestured over at Bilbo for his uncle to see.

Bilbo had never been so on edge then he was now as he watched as Thorin turned to face him. But Bilbo nerves were pointless, as the young king smiled even more brightly than Kili. 

"Did you at least remember to bring your handkerchief this time?"

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Bilbo scoffed, and their new journey commenced.

[theblogofdurin]

Rough, quick one-shot-

word count: 757

-mild angst followed by mild happiness-

a/n: sorry not sorry, I didn't revise before posting 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“I think I am quite ready for another adventure.” Bilbo smiled excitedly as he moved to grip Elrond's hand. The Elf smiled brightly at the little hobbit as he carefully led him up the small ramp into the small vessel. 

Bilbo sighed happily as he leaned against his walking stick near the railing on the main deck.  The smell that was in the air was something so familiar to him that he couldn't hold a sigh of contentment.

Bilbo's memory may be slower and now fading at the ripe age of 129 but he could never forget that smell of adventure that came with the unknowing. It was a smell that brought Bilbo great comfort but also great sadness as he remembered his past fellow companions.

“My Lord Elrond.” Bilbo spoke gently, almost shaking as he looked up at the tall Elf. “When we arrive at our destination...What is it that we are expected to find?”

After spending a decent amount of time recently with the old hobbit, Elrond was quick to understand the true background of his words. “I do not know what all that awaits us, My Mellon. We can only hope for good things.” The hobbit snorted and Elrond raised a quizzical brow.

"Remember that saying that I told you when we first met?" Elrond smiled at the memory as he repeated that very saying. "'Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes' Yes I remember fondly that phrase." 

"It was very well proven there."

Chuckling and shaking his head, Elrond didn’t get a chance to reply before Gandalf and Frodo joined the two.

Frodo, red-eyed, wrapped a tight hug around his uncle. The action made Bilbo smile waterly and rub a gentle tremoring hand on Frodo's back, as the younger hobbit spoke into his uncle's shoulder. 

“I didn’t truly realize how hard saying goodbye would be.” 

“Living with me, my boy, you should already know.”

“What do you mean, Uncle?”

“That goodbyes are nothing but ‘See you soon’ when it comes to true relationships.” Gandalf and Elrond smiled down at the two, a knowing glint in both of their eyes as their gazes met. 



With the final passengers on board, the sails were lowered and the final journey of the last member of Thorin Oakenshield’s Company began. 

As former Ring-bearers, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were granted the luxury only a selected handful of the free people of all Middle-Earth have been awarded. 

A trip to the closest thing to Heaven in all of Middle-Earth. 

A place in the Grey Havens. The place that could heal and strengthen many; however, there are some things that it can not cure or prevent… Death being one of them.

Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End went peacefully and quietly sometime in the late hours of the first night of his new adventure. Though he was alone at the time, ( something that Frodo had taken rather hard.), Frodo knew deep down that his uncle was not alone for long…

---------------------------------------------------------

"Uncle! Uncle!"

"Mahal's Beard, it was about time!"

"Shamukh!!"

"Bilbo's here?"

"I'll get the fire going!"

"MASTER BOGGINS!"

Grunting at the sudden total weight on his chest, Bilbo rolled and pushed at his sudden attacker. 

“Kili, would you-” Bolting straight up once he realized what he just said, Bilbo rubbed at his eyes cartoonishly as he took in the sight before him with his mouth agape. 

Sitting around the open fire as they all had done for many nights on their quest. Everyone smiled and waited patiently for the hobbit to register his surrounding. Like they had all down at various points over the years. Dori. Nori and Ori were on the longest of the logs, with Ori tucked happily in between his older brothers. Oin and Gloin were just across the fire from the three, sitting on the shorter one of the logs.

Turning to look over the rest of the camp,  Bilbo followed the line of amused faces of Bofur, Bifur, and Bombur, as they laughed in joy at seeing their hobbit friend. Bilbo didn't forget to catch Balin and Dwalin leaned up against the rock face that was on the back of the camp. The two older brothers smiled knowingly and nodded in acknowledgment as Bilbo met their gazes. 

All of them, Bilbo realized, looked exactly the same as they did when they all knocked and burst through his door at Bag-End that fateful night. Bilbo's mind shook as he moved to rub at his eyes. 

Speaking of not aging, next to the quivering hobbit there was Kili, kneeling and smiling so brightly at the bewildered look on Bilbo's face as he looked up at him. 

Kili was just as he remembered, as was Fili, who was not far behind his brother, currently shoving a taller dark figure whose back was turned away from the rest. Fili was practically jumping as he pointed and gestured over at Bilbo for his uncle to see.

Bilbo had never been so on edge then he was now, watching as Thorin turned to face him, but his nerves were pointless, as the young king smiled even more brightly than Kili. 

"Did you at least remember to bring your handkerchief this time?"

Bilbo scoffed.

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[theblogofdurin]

Rough, quick one-shot-

word count: 757

-mild angst followed by mild happiness-

a/n: sorry not sorry, I didn't revise before posting 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“I think I am quite ready for another adventure.” Bilbo smiled excitedly as he moved to grip Elrond's hand. The Elf King smiled brightly at the little hobbit as he carefully led him up the small ramp into the small sailing vessel. 

Bilbo sighed happily as he leaned against his walking stick near the railing on the main deak.  The smell that was in air was something so familiar to him that he couldn't hold the sigh of contentment.

Bilbo's memory may be slower and now fading but he could never forget that smell of adventure that came with the unknowing. It was a smell that brought Bilbo great comfort but also great sadness as he remembered his fellow companions.

“My Lord Elrond.” Bilbo spoke gently, almost shaking as he looked up at the tall Elf. “When we arrive at our destination...What is it that we are expected to find?”

After spending a decent amount of time recently with the old hobbit, Elrond was quick to understand the true background of his words. “I do not know what all that awaits us, My Mellon. We can only hope for good things.” The hobbit snorted.

"Remember that saying that I told you when we first met?" Elrond smiled as he repeated that very saying 

"'Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes' Yes I remember fondly that phrase." 

"It was very well proven there."

Chuckling and shaking his head, Elrond didn’t get a chance to reply before Gandalf and Frodo joined the two.

Frodo, red eyed, wrapped a tight hug around his uncle. Not moving away, he spoke into his uncle shoulder

“I didn’t truly realize how hard saying Good-bye would be.” 

“Living with me, my boy, you should already know.”

“What do you mean, Uncle?”

“That good-byes are nothing but ‘See you soon’ when it comes to true friendships.” Gandalf and Elrond smiled down at the two, a knowing glint in both of their eyes. 

With the final passengers on board, the sails were lowered and the final journey of the last member of Thorin’s Company begun. 

As former Ring-bearers, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were granted the luxury only a selected handful of the free people of all Middle-Earth have been awarded.

A trip to the closest thing to Heaven in all of Middle-Earth. A place in the Grey Havens. A place that could heal and strengthen many; however, there are some things that it can not heal or prevent… Death being one of them.

Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End went peacefully and quietly sometime in the late hours of the first night of his new adventure. Though he was alone at the time, ( something that Frodo had taken hard.), Frodo knew deep down that his uncle was not alone for long..

"Uncle! Uncle!"

"Mahal's Beard, it was about time!"

"Shamukh!!"

"Bilbo's here?"

"I'll get the fire going!"

"MASTER BOGGINS!"

Grunting at the sudden full weight on his chest, Bilbo rolled as he pushed at his sudden attacker. 

“Kili, would you-” Bolting, straight up once he realized what he just said, Bilbo rubbed at his eyes as he took in the sight before him. 

Sitting around the open fire, like they all had done for many nights. Dori. Nori and Ori were on the longest of the logs with Oin and Gloin sitting on the shorter one.

Turning to look over the rest of the camp,  Bilbo followed the line of Bombur, Bifur and Bofur, as they laughed in joy at seeing their hobbit friend. Bilbo, didn't forget to catch Balin and Dwalin leaned up against the rock face that was on the back of the camp. 

All of them..they looked exactly that same they did when they all arrived at Bag-End that fateful night.  Bilbo's mind shook as he moved to rub at his eyes. 

Speaking of not aging, next to the quivering hobbit, there was Kili, smiling so brightly as he laughed at the bewildered look on Bilbo's face as he looked up at him. 

Kili looked exactly the same...

So did Fili, Who was not far behind his brother, currently shoving a dark figure whose back was turned away from the rest. Fili was practically jumping as he pointed and gestured over at Bilbo for his Uncle to see.

Bilbo had never been so on edge then he was now, watching as Thorin turned to face him. But his nerves were pointless as the young king smiled even more brightly than Kili. 

"Did you at least remember to bring your handkerchief this time?"

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[southfarthing]

20 YEARS OF THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS (18 DEC 2002)

The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!

[anyataylorjoy]

middle earth meme: 3/7 quotes

[loupettes]

War is the province of Men, Éowyn.

[loupettes]

You shall live to see these days renewed. 

[justchronicallyillthings-deacti]

Mental health. Happiness. Peace. Quiet.

Long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when Spotify and Ao3 went down. Only the servers, master of these sites, could stop this but when the world (me) needed them most, they vanished.

[goldnnavy]

I haven't seen this rendition of Ghosts yet in full (only the first two seasons of the original BBC series) but I found this on their TikTok!

[musicalcompanions]

Happy New Year I guess

[theblogofdurin]

Consoling, Confusion, and Confession.

summary: A massive misunderstanding of feelings between you, Fili and Kili.

trigger(s): talk of insecurities

so this was actually a request (from a million years ago cause I write so freaking slow) and I complete went off what they ask for, my love for Fili took over lmao. So I own that person another request…so you know who you are lol. 

PART TWO

“I wish I could show you the caverns..”

Scoffing, you looked over at Fili on the other side of the cell and made a gagging gesture, causing him to choke on a laugh. 

Smiling through the pain, your heart clenched into a ball as the elf maiden giggled at something else Kili told her. 

But like who could blame her for falling for his charm so quickly…heavens knows that you did.

When Gandalf originally invited you to join him on this quest, you were very much hesitant.

For more than one obvious reason 

But the most obvious one was that you were a girl. 

A human girl in fact, a Dúnedain from the north. 

Granted your height is barely over the average for dwarves 

but still. You weren’t sure if they would trust you enough to work cohesively. 

And not all of them did,

 Besides Bilbo, Fili and Kili were the first ones to actually acknowledge your presence as a good thing. 

Both of them however were the biggest flirts, and found it their greatest joy to have you scowl at them. 

“Something’s wrong with my eyes, because I can’t take them off you.” 

 “No wonder the sky is gray all the color is in your eyes.

and when they discovered that you actually played along sometimes…

“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”-“Go ahead. I need to practice hitting a moving target.”

There was no ending, much to the dismay and amusement of the others. 

There wasn’t really much thought behind it, it was just a way to pass time as everyone worked the way to the mountain. 

It wasn’t long though that you noticed that you began actually looking forward to their attention.

Especially Kili’s…

The warm smile he gave whenever you retorted against one of his silly pickup lines always sent butterflies buzzing around in your stomach. 

Thoughts of what it would be like if Kili actually liked you back played daily. 

Would he wait till after Erebor is reclaimed? 

Or would he just nervously blurt it out one day? 

What were you thinking?!

Clearly he wasn’t interested, for now he was using the same soft words he told you on the dumb elf maiden.

Old insecurities flooded your system.

Not even men of the same race seem to show any interest you. Hell its has been 20 years already and you could count all the suiter’s you had on one hand. 

“Your hands are shaking.” Fili pointed

Immediately hiding them inside your cloak, you wrapped it around yourself tightly. 

“He’s an idiot, y/n.” he stated as when your gazes met 

Sadly you just nodded in reply

You wished you just nodded.

 It wasn’t long before tears started running down your face. Sliding down the stone wall, silent sobs began to escape as you bit to hold them back.

“Hey, Hey it’s okay.” Fili’s wrapping his arms around your crumbled figure, trying to calm the spark that flooded his heart when your hand moved to rest on his chest

Yet you were just as unknowing to his affections as Kili was of yours. 

The same feelings you felt for Kili…Fili felt for you.

Hugging even tighter to your figure Fili tried his best to hold in the pure rage he felt at his brother in this moment. 

Years Fili has spent protecting his brother from the actions and comments of others.

 But at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to throttle him to the ground for making you cry

“Hey, it’ll be okay. He doesn’t know what he is missing.” He tried to console you as he glared outside the cell door and just in time to see Kili winking at the elf maiden. 

“As if Uncle or Ma will ever approve” he scoffed. “You’re a such a better choice.” 

“I don’t want to be a choice~” you mumbled into the fur of his coat. Fili brow furrowed in confusion as you continued “It shouldn’t be a question. If he has to choose between me and the elf, let him choose the elf, screw him. If he felt the same there wouldn’t be a matter of choice.” 

You pulled away from Fili just enough to wipe at your face, however Fili’s hand beat yours to it. 

Gently moving the curved finger across both your cheeks, your eyes met his as the corner of lips moved to a small one sided smile. 

“Don’t let him hurt you, Khîê” (My One)

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painted my first love thorin oakenshield

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Bliss - Dwalin x Reader

Summary: Just a short fic of domesticated bliss.

Word Count: 603

Date Posted: 08.14.2022

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You sat on the bed in the quiet of the early evening as your loving husband drew your bath. Due to your husbands high standing in the Court of Durin, and a little of Gandalf’s magic, your home in the mountain had a false window that showed the snowy valley outside. The Long Lake had long been rebuilt as a fishing outpost and the people of Dale were prospering due to Thorin’s efforts. 

It took weeks for the king to over come the Dragon sickness, while Fili worked tirelessly to maintain good relations with the people of Dale. The relations with Mirkwood were still rocky but Thranduil’s jewels were returned. Tauriel acted as a Mirkwood ambassador and therefore a buffer between the two kings. 

“Mudumel, your bath is ready.” Your husbands gravelly voice drew you out of your thoughts. Dwalin smiled softly as he approached you, taking your hand, gently guiding you off the bed. “Careful. I don’t want to hurt my little Muhudel.” 

Calloused fingers caressed your swollen belly, gently supporting it as you regained your balance. 

“There you go,” He kissed your temple. “Such a good girl.” 

“I am not fragile, My love.” You shook your head, dwarves bed robes swishing about your feet as you waddled to the tub. Dwalin stripped you and helped you into the large soaking basin. 

“You may not be, but my babe very much is.” 

“If this babe is anything like you, I’m sure they could handle themselves.” 

Dwalin took his time bathing you, and washing your hair, telling you all about his day training the up and comping guard. All promising, all stupid. Dwalin while rough and gruff on the outside, had surprising patience for his new group of trainees. 

You met Dwalin during your journey to the mountain with your cousin Bilbo.  Dwalin didn’t think such a small woman could defend herself at all, and while you weren’t defenseless, Dwalin took it upon himself to be your personal protector. Along the way you fell for him. Being stuck in Thranduil’s dungeon together for three days certainly put you in an unavoidable situation. Unable to find Bilbo had you terribly worried. 

Dwalin had you wrapped up in his arms those three nights, swearing to you that he’d not let anything happen to you. It was hard for him to leave you behind in Lake Town to care for Kili. Before he joined the group going to the mountain he kissed you passionately, promising to come back for you. When he’d seen Lake Town burn, he was devastated. He thought he’d lost you. It wasn’t until after the battle that you’d found each other again. 

Dwalin had lifted you easily. Kissing your with a fire that you matched, filled with the relief that you both were alive. It was that night that he first made love to you. Filling you with his love. The very next day he carved you matching beads to braid into your hair, effectively claiming you as his own. 

“Are you ready to get out, or shall I leave you to soak?” Dwalin asked as his fingers took a brief pause from combing through her hair. 

“Help me out, my love. I’d like to go to bed.” 

Dwalin was very gentle as he helped you out of the bath. Drying you with care and helping you back into the bed. 

“Relax, Mudumel, you won’t have much time when the baby is born.” He took his time running his hands over your aching leg muscles, soothing them into releasing the pent-up tension. He lulled you to sleep with his caress. 

[darthglitterfanfiction]

Kinktober 2022 // Day 16 // Prompt: Double Penetration Thorin x Dwalin x f!reader Sent in by anonymous request

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected PiV (it’s fantasy, wrap it up), anal sex, double penetration, creampie, M/M/F

Word Count: 672

Rating: Explicit, 18+, NSFW

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“Open her for me,” Thorin commands.

Dwalin’s strong hand snakes between your thighs and lifts your top leg to expose the fucking happening between them. Dwalin feels wonderful inside you. He pumps into your pussy, the movements languid and steady. They’re purposeful, almost unbothered. Dwalin is taking his time with you, enjoying every second. He withdraws after a few more strokes, but before you feel empty, Thorin’s mouth is there sucking at your clit and licking the length of your sex. His tongue enters your pussy, probing and stroking. You move your hips to ride his mouth seeking your pleasure in feral desire. His tongue retreats and begins to work your clit again with quick swirling motions that have you mewling and begging for more. Thorin inserts two fingers, pumping them steadily while his tongue continues to flick and swirl against your clit.

“You are so fucking tight,” he growls against your sex. “Isn’t she, Dwalin?”

Dwalin nips at your ear. “She certainly is my king.”

An orgasm begins to grow deep within your womb. Thorin continues to work your clit with his tongue and inserts a third finger. Your head rolls back into Dwalin’s shoulder. Thorin’s fingers curl inside you, pulling your wetness from your body. He glides the wetness through your folds and down, further to your ass.

“She’s ready for you,” says Thorin as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Then, there is pressure against your other entrance. You cry out, first from the sting and then from pleasure as Thorin’s mouth brings you to orgasm. Dwalin swallows the last of your cry with his mouth as he kisses you. His tongue dances with yours. You slide a hand to the back of his neck and force him closer, deepening the kiss.

As the orgasm rolls through your body, Dwalin’s cock matches the pace he set earlier when he was inside your pussy. He releases your mouth, and you gasp for breath. Thorin rises from between your legs and leans back on an elbow with a large, contented smile on his face. His face and beard glisten with the aftermath of your orgasm. Thorin takes a long look at his glossy fingers before placing them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Delicious. You should have yourself a taste.”

“I have all night to taste her,” answers Dwalin.

Thorin laughs and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and sits up. Dwalin rolls his body forward and props himself up on his knees, taking you with him, yet somehow managing to keep his cock inside your ass. He supports your weight with both hands underneath your thighs. Your back is against his hard stomach, legs spread as Thorin aligns his cock at your entrance. He looks over your shoulder at Dwalin, and nods.

Dwalin thrusts deep just as Thorin slides his cock into your slick cunt. You’re filled, stretched. They both find a steady rhythm, working both your holes. Thorin hooks his hands underneath your knees, pushing your legs up higher, stretching you wider. Dwalin’s hand slide down to support your buttocks. You’re smashed between the dwarves, completely at their mercy.

“Harder,” you beg. “Deeper, please. I need more.”

They oblige, their movements relentless. The angle you’re folded into allows them to fuck you deep. Within a few moments another orgasm shudders through your body. Thorin rests his forehead against yours, little beads of sweat rolling down his neck. You want to lick them up and taste the salt. He pumps a few more times before he swears under his breath, his thrusts becoming jerky.

“Come inside me,” you whisper against Thorin’s cheek.

Thorin’s entire body shudders as he spills inside you, filling your womb. He quickly pulls out, some of him leaking from you, shifting backward to allow your body to fall forward a bit. You connect your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your body for better support. Dwalin thrusts a few more times, then removes himself, and spills onto your back.

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