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Thorin looked to the maiden that lay in his bed, sleeping. He had found her in the forest above, trying to fend off a massive bear. She had fainted-from fright, he supposed-and he had taken the bear down, gaining a fine pelt and quite a bit of meat as a bonus. He hadn't wanted to leave the girl out there on her own. She seemed to have no gear for traveling, so he did wonder what she was doing out there. He'd taken her to the dwarven tunnels that lay under the mountain forest, bringing her to his home, and now waited on her to awaken.

[[Female human or elf wanted.]]

Delilah remembered the bear. She had been picking berries, happily minding her own business in the sunny afternoon, when the bear had shocked her. In her fright she had smacked her head on a tree and the last thing she saw was the looming dark creature all angry eyes and glinting teeth. So she was quite surprised when she came too, and found herself still alive.

With a gasp she sits bolt upright, looking around wildly, and instantly clutching her head as she becomes dizzy. "Oh my..." she groans, blinking against the light of the room, her senses having a hard time with the sudden intake from being knocked out. "Oh my!" This time it's an exclamation as she sees the dwarf, and she scrunches her face confused, "You... you are not a bear..." Delilah whispers, and covers her mouth with a hand thoughtfully, staring at him. "Oh no did you have to save me? I'm so sorry for the inconvenience!" Delilah splutters suddenly, pushing her blonde curls away from her face and quickly hurrying to her feet. She tugs at the small leather she had for a skirt, and goes to take a couple of steps but instantly stumbles back onto the bed. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, I'll be on my way in just a minute, thank you, as well, sir, thank you for saving me!" Delilah splutters, as she winces against the throbbing in her head. "I promise I'll be on my way in just a moment!"

Thorin chuckled at her comment as she finally woke from her slumber and took a look at him. "I'd certainly hope not, or I might've just slain one of my kind," He told her with a playful grin. He gave another chuckle as she apologized for him having to save her. "Its no trouble at all, my dear. I-"

He stopped short as she attempted to get to her feet to go on her way, about to warn her that she might need more rest when she stumbled back to the bed, wincing as she settled down again. "Don't worry about leaving so soon, lass," He said, "You need your rest, and I don't mind the company." He extended one large hand towards her. "The name's Thorin, miss," He said, "Can I have the honor of learning yours?"

She goes red at his chuckle, and bashfully tucks blonde hair behind her long pointed ears. She had never been the most attentive or intelligent elf, but Delilah had always tried. Delilah doesn't try to stand again though, as she lets out a slightly pained breath, grimacing as her head continues with a dull thud. "Oh thank you so much for your kindness, sir!" Delilah thanks him again, as she shifts her seat on his bed, crossing her long tanned legs, the thin skirt of leather scrunching up almost into nothing. "I'm Delilah," She leans forwards to shake his large hand, eyes widening slightly at the vast difference between his hard working, large dwarf hand and her petite, slender one, with perfectly round nails and soft almond coloured skin. "I'm so sorry to be a bother. The bear didn't hurt you did he?" Delilah quickly gushes, hoping that she hadn't caused Thorin any inconvenience of wounds.  "Do you not get a lot of company down here?"

Thorin couldn't help but let his gaze move up her long legs as she crossed them, watching the leather of her skirt scrunch up quite a bit. His mind wandered to what the elf's slender body might look like when she was wearing nothing at all. It was quite a tempting thought, but one he put out of his mind, at least for the moment.

"You're not a bother at all," He insisted, "And I did the bear much more damage than he did me." He had a few scratches and bruises, but nothing major, and certainly nothing to bother the dwarf. "And no, I don't," He said, "And certainly not from lovely elf maidens like yourself. We're a bit out from civilization here, even from the rest of the other dwarf settlements in the tunnels." He paused a moment, before continuing. "What are you doing, all the way out here? I didn't think there were any villages close by."

Delilah's face frowns with concern at the thought that Thorin had any sort of damage done to him because of her. It seemed she was always just a bother to others, and she is not sure she believes him when he says she's no bother at all. "Oh my, I'm sorry Thorin, I hope the bear didn't do to much damage," To someone as dainty as her, a few bruises and scratches would be of some concern to Delilah. However her concern is quickly flushed away by an embarrassed giggle, and Delilah averts her green eyed gaze momentarily. "I think bothersome is more accurate," Her tone is apologetic again, and she takes a moment to look around the underground room as he explains they were a little far off. It was strange for her, as she was so used to living amongst or inside trees. One thing she was also not used to was the rugged facial hair of Thorin. She starts eyeing it curiously as she answers his question. "Oh, sometimes I just forget how far I get from home whilst collecting berries," Delilah lets out an airy laugh, and bashfully hoists the straps of her flimsy top back onto her shoulders, having slid down from her pose that was now leaning towards Thorin. "What's a beard like?" She asks suddenly, leaning closer to the dwarf, wondering exactly how it would feel against her face, and she keeps up a blushed look as she can't help wonder what kissing someone with a beard like that would feel like.

He laid a hand on her shoulder as he saw her frown with concern. "Nothing that I can't handle," He said with a grin, not wanting her to worry over him. He nodded as she explained how she came to be there-that she'd simply wandered too far from home while collecting berries. He'd escort her back home, then, when she was feeling better, not wanting to see her left to get lost and curious to visit an elven village. His eyes landed on her filmsy top as she adjusted the straps of it, dwelling on her hands as the moved until she spoke up again.

HE chuckled a bit at her question. "Its not something I've thought about before," He said, unconciously stroking his thick facial hair. He noticed the blush on her face, and wondered what was on her mind. "You can touch it, if you'd like," He said, pulling his hand away.

Delilah is no stranger to touch. Being very pretty yet air-headed meant she had plenty of times been taken advantage of, but the warm touch of his hand on her shoulder fills her with a different kind of warmth to the thin and whisper-soft touch she was used to. It is startlingly welcome, and she follows the movement of his hand as he removes it to stroke his beard. "Oh my, are you sure!?" Delilah checks, keenly to take him up on the offer to touch his heard. She leans forwards towards him, tucking her legs under her, practically on her hands and knees. Almost hypnotically Delilah presses one of her small dainty hands into his lush beard, and she lets out an awed sound. She scoots in closer, sitting back on her leg so she can hold his beard in both his hands. "Doesn't it get in the way?" She asks, still curious about the facial hair that she had never seen on any elf from her village. "Although it must keep you very warm,"

He settled onto the bed besides her, so she didn't have to reach as far to get her hands on his beard. He gave her a nod, watching her lean forward and start to stroke his beard with her dainty hands. Her touch, the feel of her fingers as she touched his beard, was strangely pleasant, spreading warmth through his body. "At times," He said, "But I braid it when its really getting on my nerves. Though it really does help with the cold." He eyed her clothing. Perfectly suited to the warmth of the sun above, but in the tunnels, it might not be enough. "You aren't cold are you, Delilah?" He asked, his turn this time to worry over her.

Delilah found Thorin so friendly and inviting that she forgot about personal space and what was generally appropriate when interacting with strangers. She can't help but lean into his beard as he settles next to her on the bed, her long ears twitching slightly. The tunnels she found quite warm, although there was a draft that makes her lean into his beard. Delilah leans her face close up against his, pressing her bust into his beard as a shiver runs down her curvaceous body. "It's nothing I can't handle!" she chimes back at his concern, twirling her fingers in his rugged beard, wondering now just how hairy he was all over. Curiously, she presses her fingers on one hand through his beard, finding the neckline of his shirt, and seeking out his chest. "Would you think you're hairier than a bear?" She thinks out loud, before startling herself at the fact the question might not be particularly appropriate, and suddenly sits back away from Thorin. "Oh my, I'm sorry, that's not really appropriate!" Delilah lets out an embarrassed laugh, now using her hands to push her hair back, and fiddle with her top. "You are hypnotically warm it seems! I'm so sorry Thorin," She tries to laugh it off, instantly noticing the cold from the distance she had suddenly put between them, and Deilah finds herself feeling flustered over how keen she was to warm herself next to the dwarf, and her face remains red as she bites her bottom lip and gazes at Thorin.

Thorin found a shudder going through his own body too when he felt her bust pressing into her beard. He barely even heard her question, his eyes focused on the movement of her lips as she spoke and how temptingly close they were. He smiled gently at her as she pushed herself back, clearly embarassed by the way she was acting. He reached out to her, cupping her cheek, stroking her soft skin with his rough thumb gently. "No need to apologize, Delilah," He said, "I didn't mind the question...and I liked having you so close."

Delilah feels warm all the way down to between her legs when Thorin kindly cups her cheek. She pressed against his touch, out of curiosity and what was steadily becoming arousal. The dwarf felt nothing like she had experienced, and she enjoyed the contrast of gentle and grit of his hard worked hands. She stutters slightly when he mentions having her so close, and her ears tremble with embarrassment. "Sorry!" She feels like she has to apologise again, before she leans towards him again. One of her hands sinks again into his beard, and the other one grabs one of his hands. Her touch on his hand is flighty and curious to the texture of his skin, and the one his beard pushes through to feel his chest again. "Thank you Thorin," She mutters quietly, practically into his ear from their proximity, and she tilts to her head to softly kiss him on the cheek, her lips linger against the bristles on his face.

Thorin actually found it rather endearing, that way her ear trembled in embarrassment. As she leaned towards him, one hand on his and the other sinking through his beard to his chest, he smiled a little. A blush spread across his cheeks as she lay a soft kiss on it. He quickly felt his arousal growing from having the beautiful elf so close. He set his free hand around her waist, gently holding her, before he leaned up to lay a small kiss on the tip of her ear. "Do whatever you'd like, Delilah," He encouraged her softly.

She giggles in response to his invitation, softly muffling it into his beard, her cheeks remaining rosy with her own forwardness. Eagerly she presses her waist against his hand, her body instantly warming up. "Oh my, I don't know if that's going to end up being the most sensible thing to tell me," Delilah lightly mumbles, as the hand that had sunk against his chest fiddles for the buttons on his tunic. Her entire body jitters as she has a gasp of laughter at the way the kiss on her ear tickles, and it makes her keener to feel the rest of his hair on her soft sensitive body. Her ears tremble as she lets go of his hand to encourage the removal of his top, her light fingers eagerly feel their way under his beard up his broad firm chest, and now boldly feeling each definition of his muscle through the warm of his hair, and she can't help but exclaim, "There is just so much of you! You're so broad," And she almost falls into his lap as she runs her hands around either side of Thorin.

Thorin gave another deep chuckle at her response. "Sensible things are a bit far from my mind at the moment," He told her with a grin. In fact, the only thing on his mind right now was her, and the feeling her soft fingers against him. He felt her unbotton his top, helping her to remove his tnic with a few quick shrugs of his shoulders, easing the garment off his body. Beneath his beard she'd found his hard, muscled chest, covered in soft, curling body hair, his arms eaqually covered. Feeling her nearly falling into his lap, he gently pulled her onto it, running his hands up and down her sides, feeling her curves beneath his palms. "Simply means there's more of me for you to enjoy," He said, pressing his lips against her temple, jaw and then her neck.

Delilah let out a bashful giggle at his comment, her entire body feeling the baritone of his laugh quiver through her. She is happily moved to his lap, and runs her hands up his arms that hold her waist. Soft fleeting touches up his forearms, tracing patterns up his biceps until she leans them on his shoulders, pressing herself against him. Her legs tuck out either side of his broad body, and she breathlessly laughs at his comment, her entire body trembling as his beard tickles against her with his soft kisses. They're followed with a soft groan, and her bum is grinding into his lap, as she quickly pulls off her skimpy leather top. She pushes her large round breasts against him, using one hand to briefly tilt his face back towards him. Delilah kisses him on the mouth, her entire body trembling with the sensation of the dwarf. Her hands traces back through the beard that she feels tickling her breasts, and followers down his hairy midriff, and begins pulling at the waist of his pants.

Her groan was followed by one of the dwarf's own as she began to grind in his lap. His cock had already begun to stir, the motions of her ass just making him grow harder faster, a bulge forming in his pants, straining at the fabric. He moved one hand up to grope and caress a breast as she revealed them and pressed them against him, while he eagerly returned her kiss, deepening it, his tongue running against her lips seeking access to her mouth. Feeling her pulling at the waist of his pants, his free hand tugged a bit at her skirt.

She groans out a soft 'oh' when his hand finds her breasts, and she groans it into his mouth, pressing her tongue to meet his, a shiver running down her back from the tickle of his beard. But she loves the feeling, and pushes hard against him with her open mouth and her tongue traces circles into his. One hand gripped his beard, and the other remained on the waist of his pants. The hand on his pants moves to her skirt when she feels him tugging at it. "Just rip this," She breathlessly encourages him, pulling at her own skirt, before using the hand in his beard to pull him over her. Keeping up the kiss, Delilah moves to lay down on the bed with Thorin over her, and to pull down his trousers. Both her hands move to his pants for this, and her fingers tips brush against his thighs as they pull at his waistband, and one hand teasingly brushes past his erection.

He was quick to follow her words, hooking his finger into the side of her skirt and tearing it away, soon doing the same to her panties as well, just before he pulled her over him. He let out a a groan as he felt her brush teasingly over his erection, his cock twitching a bit at the touch. He cupped her bare pussy, running one finger along her folds slowly before he sought out her clit, teasing it while his other hand groped at her breasts.

Delilah responds to his groan with a whimper in his mouth, as his finds her pussy. In reaction, she brings her legs up, and spreads them either side of the broad Dwarf. He knees grip either side of him, and Delilah almost head-butts him when his finger finds her clitoris, gasping at the touch. "I'm... I'm a bit sensitive right there," Delilah almost laughs out breathlessly. Her dainty fingers of one hand softly massaging the tip of his cock, whilst her other hand returns to grip in his beard. She quickly reaffirms between kisses though, "Only on my clit though." Delilah slides a finger down his shaft, and lifts her groin to brush his penis against her lips. "Once you're in, I'm tougher than I look," Delilah promises, as she keeps a couple of fingers softly massaging the base of his cock.

He laughed with her as she explained how sensitive her clit was. "I'll have to keep that in mind," He whispered playfully in her ear. He let out a low groan as he felt her lip brush against his penis. He couldn't hold himself back. He filled her, slowly-though given what she said, he buried his whole length within her, groaning at the sensation of her tight, wet pussy around him. He grasped her hips, quickly starting to thrust in and out of her.

As he pushes himself into her, Delilah quietly moans and slides the hand from the base of his penis up his chest. Her fingers softly brush through his thick hair, and as he begins to thrust she moves her hand to hook her elbow around his shoulder. The hand in his beard directs his lips back to hers, so she can murmur her sounds of pleasure right into his mouth. She keenly pushes her hips back against him, and tightens the grip of her knees on either side of his broad waist. Between a stutter of a moan, Delilah gasps, "You're wonderful Thorin," and moves her knees higher to spread her legs further as he thrusts into her.

Her murmurs were met by his own deep groans of pleasure as thye kissed. He slid deeper into her as she pushed back against him and spread her legs further for him. One rough, calloused hand slid down her smooth thigh, before he cupped one ass cheek and squeezed lightly. He picked up the pace, pounding into her. He smiled at her words. "As are you, Delilah," He panted into her ear, before he kissed and nibbled at her neck, leaving a mark where his lips had been before pressing his lips to hers again. He knew he'd have to lead her back home to her village sooner or later, but he knew he'd miss her when she was gone. He'd simply have to convince her to come and visit him-or go and visit her.

She lets out a groan when she feels his hand on her ass, and it makes her grind her groin firmer into his, gritting her teeth with pleasure. Delilah whimpers slightly when he nibbles at her neck, ears trembling. He thoughts were completely caught up with Thorin and how much fun he was, especially because he was so different from any elf she'd slept with. It was suddenly that Delilah pushes against him, to roll him onto his back. She sits on him and continues to grind hard, sweat beginning to drip down her chest. She was definitely not feeling the cold any more, as she leans over Thorin so her breasts brush against his chest, and briefly bows her head down to kiss him again.

Thorin was surprised by her sudden push against him, sending them rolling on his bed, until he was beneath her. He grinned up at her, grasping her hips again, and groaning as she ground her hips against his. As she leaned down to kiss him, he bucked his hips up to meet hers, while he slid one hand up, his fingers sliding through her hair.