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The conquering of the shire had been a complete success.
Once Thorin and his dwarves had arrived, the hobbits had been overwhelmed immediately. With no military, no battle training, and already physically disadvantaged, the dwarves had taken the shire with little resistance. As it was a peaceful, sheltered land, the most dangerous folks were the farmers, and their shovels and trowels stood no chance against Real dwarven iron. They were left with no choice but to surrender.
It was then, while returning to their temporary camp, that King Thorin stopped in his tracks. He could smell it before he even entered the tent. His nose flared, picking up a heady, musky scent. All at once, a flash of heat struck him, the aching sensation settling to pool in his groin. Breathing deeply, he took in the sweet pheromones of an omega in heat.
His soldiers must have left him a gift, a reward for his successful conquest.
Drawing back the canvas flaps of the tent, he was met with a tantalizing sight. A hobbit sat against the wall, his bound hands resting upon his lap, and his large, hairy feet tucked beneath him. He was clothed in only a thin, dark blue tunic. Far too large for his frame, it hung from one shoulder, revealing the freckled skin of his unbitten, unblemished neck.
He was not young, perhaps two decades past his majority. But he had a pleasant face and a plump, inviting body. His eyes were hidden by a long piece of cotton that looked as though it had been hastily torn from an old tunic hem and tied around his head.
Thorin took a step forward, and the creature's ears perked to attention as he turned towards the noise. “Who- who’s there?” The hobbit stuttered.
Thorin did not answer as he continued his approach, taking a leisurely turn around the room. The hobbit's head jerked from side to side, attempting to follow his captor's movements. Thorin came to a standstill in front of him. “Tell me, Hobbit, why are you in my room?”
The creature swallowed thickly and Thorin followed the movement with keen interest. “I was captured by your men,” he informed, and then, with a conscious inhale, he added tentatively. “My lord?”
Thorin’s lips twitched up into a knowing smirk. "You will address me as 'Your Majesty.’”
The halfling's throat bobbed. “Oh.”
“And what do your people call you, halfling?”
The hobbit’s shoulders quivered, but there was a certain defiance in the set of his chin as he replied. “I am not half of anything, Your Majesty, but I would ask you to call me Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins, son of Bungo Baggins.”
The king’s eyes darkened. “You are not in a position to be asking anything of me.”
The hobbit pursed his lips. “As that may be, I would request, if it is at all possible, that you let me go, and return me to my lands.”
The king’s lips quirked into a derisive smile. “A noble are you?”
Bilbo’s head bowed forward as he humbly explained. “We have no nobility in the shire.”
“And yet you are not of the lower class.”
Pausing, Bilbo allowed. “No, Your Majesty, my grandfather is the keeper of these lands,”
“But you do not wear your Thain’s colors, but mine.” Thorin mused. Reaching forward, he raised his chin to examine him. “They delivered you, an omega, unharmed and unspoiled, into my bed chambers smelling ripe for the taking.”
Thorin could feel the shiver that wracked through the hobbit’s body. In a small, desperate voice, he whispered. “Please, let me leave.”
Ignoring him, Thorin continued.
“I have never sampled one of your kind before. You are soft, but not uncomely.” Thorin leaned down and inhaled. The scent of desire and heat pouring off of him was almost overpowering. Calling for his own alpha instincts to respond. Crouching down, Thorin tugged at the strip of cloth blocking out Bilbo’s vision, allowing it to fall away as the hobbit blinked up at him for the first time. His hazel eyes were glassy as he continued to plead with him, but Thorin paid him little mind as he stood back up and began undoing the ties around his throat.
Casting his fur cloak upon the floor, it landed in a heavy heap. Pulling his tunic over his head, he tossed it to the floor to lie in a crumpled heap beside it. The hobbit’s eyes remained on him as he stripped off his vambraces, boots, and belt. The hobbit watched him as he undressed, his eyes fixated on the large tattoos that stretched over his naked body. The intensity of his smell grew stronger, and Thorin could hear the shift of his body as he squirmed in place.
Looking back, Thorin watched the hobbit, his chest rising and falling unsteadily, and his eyes dilated in fear, but also something else. Some primal and needful desire to submit in the presence of a strong, virile alpha.
As Thorin approached, the hobbit made to back away, but there was not far to go before he bumped into the back of the tent. In one movement, Thorin reached down, capturing his bound wrists, forcing them up and behind his head to slide onto the iron hook just above his head. Forcing him into a kneeling position with his hands suspended by his bounds above his head. The hobbit was still attempting to pacify the dwarven king with his shaky voice. “I have gold, and goods and land, if you just let me go-.”
“I already have your lands and your gold. Everything here is mine, including you.” Fisting his hand into the hobbit’s collar, he pulled him tight against his restraints. Thorin could feel the quick pulse of Bilbo’s heart jackrabbiting against his knuckles. His lips slightly parted in shock as Thorin paused inches from his face. Decision made, he leaned forward, taking his mouth in a brutal kiss. It wasn’t kind or nice as their teeth clacked together, but Thorin surged into the heat of it. His fingers twisted into his bronze curls. The hobbit responded with a bite, not sharp enough to draw blood, but sharp enough to leave a nasty bruise.
Licking his lips, Thorin could still taste the sweet musk of the hobbit on him. With each inhale, his nostrils filled with the captivating scent of the omega begging to be taken. “What else will you give me in exchange for your freedom?”
Bilbo’s lips parted slightly as he quietly panted. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”
Releasing him, Thorin stood, one hand beginning to loosen the ties at his trousers. Bilbo stared, his eyes shining with both trepidation and desire as Thorin reached inside and pulled out his hardening cock. “Show me how much your freedom is worth to you.”
The hobbit inhaled sharply, his wide, green eyes glued to the thick, engorged cock straining at Thorin’s belly. A golden barbell glimmered from the underside of its head.
The scent of his need rose, palatable upon his tongue as he stepped closer, lifting the hobbit’s chin until he was at a level with the dwarf’s greedy cock. His fingers dug into Bilbo’s cheeks as he held his chin, commanding. “Suck it.”
Bilbo swallowed, his brown lashes fluttering closed as Thorin guided his cock to the hobbit’s lips. Reluctantly, the hobbit opened his mouth, allowing the blunt head of the cock to push past his lips and into the heat of his mouth. Hissing through his teeth, Thorin rocked forward, feeling the warm, slick slide of the tongue against the underside of his shaft. With his hands bound and powerless, the hobbit was forced to compensate, rocking on his heels as Thorin controlled his movements.
“Yes, just like that.” Thorin taunted, rolling his hips as he rode each wave of pleasure. Looking down at the hobbit on his knees, as he suckled Thorin’s cock. He wondered if he was already wet for him. ”It feels so good to fuck your pretty mouth.”
Bilbo redoubled his efforts, his nose scrunching as he concentrated on swirling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks. As he took Thorin deeper, tears sprang to his eyes, wetting his reddened cheeks. Thorin watched him through hooded eyes, knotting his fingers into the Hobbit’s hair and using it to guide his movements. “Look at you, pleasuring my cock like you were made for it.”
Saliva and pre-come leaked from his lips, dripping down his chin. Tipping his hips deeper and deeper with each thrust, Thorin fucked into his throat, like he was nothing more than a sleeve to be used. The hobbit choked, his throat clenching around him as Thorin held him there, his nose pressed against the wiry hair of his groin. The hobbit sputtered for a moment before Thorin allowed him to withdraw. Pulling out, Thorin rubbed the spit-soaked cock against the hobbit’s cheek, leaving a shining smear behind.
“If you release my hands, I could please you better.” The hobbit wheedled, looking up at Thorin through his damp lashes.
“Hmm,” Thorin considered for a long moment while Bilbo stared back hopefully. Reaching forward, he unhooked Bilbo’s hands from over his head, but made no move to untie him. “I have a better idea.” Grabbing his shoulders, Thorin overbalanced him, forcing him onto his back.
“Please let me go.” Bilbo rasped, his voice still rough from the abuse. “You said you’d let me go.” Bilbo’s eyes widened in panic as the king's gaze darkened. His hand flying out to catch Bilbo’s ankle in a vice grip.“Did I say that?”
Bilbo thrashed with all his might as Thorin followed him down. In one motion, the dwarf took hold of the neckline of Bilbo’s tunic and rent it from top to bottom, exposing the rest of the hobbit’s body. With his powerful muscles, he was a Predator with his captured prey, who lay helpless and wanting beneath his hungry gaze as Thorin took and took.
The hobbit tightly clamped his thighs together, but all his strength was nothing against the might of a dwarven King. Thorin’s mighty frame was large and imposing in comparison to the little hobbits as he loomed over him, forcing his thighs apart.
Just as the rest of him was, The hobbit’s belly was soft where it pillowed around his hips. His thighs were round and soft, as they dimpled under his fingers—nothing like the muscular, hairy bodies of a dwarf. He was surprised and delighted to discover that the hobbit wore no underclothes, leaving nothing to hide his first glimpse of the little furrow between his legs nor the short, fat cock that stood perked against his hip.
“Protest all you like if it makes you feel better, but I can see that you want me.” The hobbit’s cheeks blushed red in humiliation as Thorin pulled his knees farther apart. Bilbo squirmed, and for a moment managed to free one of his feet long enough to kick out at the dwarf. Thorin grunted at the contact, but Bilbo's freedom only lasted a moment before his ankle was recaptured.
“Stop moving,” Thorin demanded with a slap to the hobbit's rump. The hobbit grunted, but his movements slowed as Thorin peered at his prize. Smirking in satisfaction as a glimmering trail of slick slowly dripped from his entrance, shining on Thorin’s fingers. He was pleased to find him already aroused by his touch despite his protests. ”Your body betrays you.” He murmured, his thumb circling the little furrow as it twitched and winked back at him. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted a big, strong alpha to split you open on his cock?“
Unable to resist, he pushed the first joint of his thumb, entering with little resistance. The hobbit squeaked and thrashed, clamping his thighs together. Tolerating none of this, Thorin slapped his thigh.
“Oh no, I’m not finished with you yet. We've only just begun.”
Not willing to trust the hobbit's own self-discipline, Thorin shifted until half his weight rested on one of the hobbit’s thighs, effectively holding him down. Thorin drove his finger in deeper, watching as his finger was swallowed up by Bilbo’s heat. The hobbit whimpered, but only moved a little this time.
”You’re already desperate for me, aren't you? Wanting nothing more than a big thick cock to fill you up?”’ He punctuated this with a curl of two thick fingers, drawing a high-pitched whimper from the hobbit who was still fighting to keep control.
“Please, no more, please, I’ll do anything you ask of me.”
In response, Thorin added a third finger and thrust, and Bilbo yelped, his tight walls clenching desperately around him. “No more.” The hobbit begged. The feeling of his hot and fluttering walls around his fingers made him ache to replace them with his cock.
Thorin removed his fingers, and the hobbit groaned, his legs falling open as Thorin withdrew—slick, glistening between his thighs. He propped himself up on his elbows, his chest heaving as he watched Thorin begin to unlace the ties on his trousers. His cock was hard, leaking, and tenting his loose trousers as he discarded them.
“You don’t have to do this. I’m sure that you have plenty of dwarven omegas just dying to service you.” He pleaded as Thorin sized him up. Bilbo looked very small in comparison, and it would be a tight fit. Were it not for the natural slick that omegas produced, he might have had to find some kind of oil or lotion to ease the way. “You could have anyone you wanted.” The hobbit reasoned shakily.
“I’m sure that I could,“ The king agreed, pressing the head of his cock to the omega's entrance. “But I have a ripe little omega under me right now who needs to learn his place.”
In one swift movement, he slid home. His cock fitting snugly inside the creature beneath him. Bilbo shouted, bearing down on the sudden intrusion. Thorin thrust in smoothly and groaned at the tight, hot heat of him. The hobbit gasped, his mouth hung half open as Thorin immediately took up a firm pace. “You feel even better than I imagined.” He groaned under his breath.
The hobbit was already wet, slicking the way for him as his hips canted forward, his cock relentlessly drawn in by the strong grip of the hobbit's tight channel. His cock ached, soothed, and then reinflamed with each stroke in an endless cycle. “Tight, warm, and so very welcoming.”
The hobbit was a vocal thing, denying his own pleasure even as he couldn't help but cry out. whining unrestrained as his body shook with each thrust. “I can smell how much you desire this. Your body is begging me to take you, to breed you.”
“N-no, it’s just the heat.” Bilbo denied, pulling at the restraints. “I don’t want this.”
Thorin ignored him, his alpha instincts demanding he take and breed until Bilbo’s stomach grew heavy with the proof of his claim. “I’ll keep you collard by my side, and have you pleasure me at my every whim.”
Bilbo’s breath hitched as he bit down on another moan. Swiveling his hips, Thorin aimed his next thrust to brush against Bilbo’s prostate. “I will have you every night just like this,” Thorin vowed between each cant of his hips. “I’ll keep you tied to my bedpost so that I can have you whenever I like. In the mornings, between meetings, when I wake in the night wanting.” Thorin groaned, pausing to take the hobbit's mouth in another brutal kiss. Taking everything he wanted with no concern towards the hobbit’s own desires, as he forced his way into Bilbo’s mouth. He could feel the rasp of their tongues as he thrust into his mouth much the same way as his cock fucked into his passage. “You’ll let me take you anytime I ask for it, like the good little cockslut you are.”
With each thrust, Bilbo’s chest bounced. It was a pleasing sight, but even more pleasing to touch, his wide palms covering each breast as he rolled and fondled them. “It is custom for my people to pierce these when one comes of age,” He mused. Licking a stripe across his thumb, as his callused fingers returned to pinching and pulling at his puffy nipples. “It makes them extra sensitive. When my healer arrives, I will have yours pierced.“
Bilbo whimpered at the overstimulation, his back arching.
“Or perhaps I will brand you with the symbol of my house.” He continued, tracing out a quick pattern on the hobbit's knee. “On your silver tongue, where anyone who sees it might know who you belong to.”
Bilbo shook his head, but the effort was half-hearted as his chest heaved from exertion. “Or perhaps the seven stars of Durin right above your ass where I can see it every time I bend you over.”
Leaning back, Thorin wrapped a hand around one of the hobbit's plump thighs and pulled, using it for leverage as he thrust himself even deeper. The creature yelped, pulling at his bonds fruitlessly as he moaned. “No, ah! No, please don’t brand me.”
Thorin laughed and thrust harder, as he found the place that made the hobbit clench around him like a vice. Bilbo shouted, his body spasming around Thorin’s cock. Thorin groaned, driving relentlessly forward with each thrust of his greedy cock. “You can pretend not to want this, but your body betrays you.”
Unable to fight off his climax any longer, the hobbit's toes clenched, his head tipping back, and his hips lifting from the floor as Thorin felt the wetness of his semen pulsing between their bodies. Thorin’s hips slowed through the aftershocks as the hobbit’s body became softer and more pliant. “Look how pretty you look, drunk off the pleasure I’ve given you.” Grinning darkly, he added, “You should thank me.”
Rather than do as he was told, Bilbo spat on him.
Flinching, Thorin reached up and swiped away the spit. “That.” He said darkly. “Was a mistake.”
Without further warning, Thorin pulled out and flipped the hobbit over. He made a squeaking noise as his face was pressed into the rug. Dragging him back by his hips, Thorin forced the hobbit’s ass up against his erection in one move and pushed his chest to the floor with another. Bilbo was forced to arch his back, presenting his gaping hole to Thorin’s hungry gaze. Repositioning himself, he mounted Bilbo again in one sharp movement. At this new angle, Thorin could reach further. His cock sank as deep as it could reach as the hobbit gasped and cried out.
“I have heard tell that Hobbits are blessed with unusual fertility.” Thorin taunted him, his hips slapping against the round cheeks of the hobbit's ample backside. “Even the males.” Thorin panted his hot breath puffing over his omega's sensitive neck, growling low in satisfaction with each brutal thrust. He could feel as Bilbo tightened around him, his whole body shivering, helpless beneath the unquenchable passions of dwarven desire.
“No, no,” Bilbo denied, his body squirming forward as though trying to pull away, but Thorin was far too strong as he dragged him back onto his cock. Spearing him open with another groan.
The hobbit moaned, his ass bouncing as Thorin fucked into his tight hole. “I think we could. You’re so wet for me. Your womb is begging me to fill it, to flood it with my seed.” His breathing went a bit ragged as The hobbit clenched again, causing another gush of slick to surround his cock. With every slide of their bodies, Bilbo's back rubbed against Thorin's piercings, teasing the sensitive skin.
The hobbit moaned, his hips flexing back wantonly even as he fought to deny his desire. “No, no, I won’t.”
“Admit that you want it. To carry my offspring.” Thorin demanded, reaching a hand around to fondle the hobbit's soft stomach. The hobbit’s breath hitched on the next stroke. “We will make strong, beautiful children.” Thorin mused almost fondly. “With my build and your lovely curls.”
The hobbit shook his head frantically. Thorin made a sound of disapproval, and his next thrust was not so kind. “I will take you back to my lands and keep you fat and pregnant till I've whelped you as many times as I can.”
Bilbo’s poor, neglected cock leaked with precum as he desperately pushed back, his willpower failing. Thorin could see that sweat had caused His curls stick to the damp skin at the nape of his neck
“Beg me for it.” Thorin panted as his thrust grew shorter and faster as his climax approached with sudden urgency to ruin him for anyone else. “Go on, fuck yourself on my cock.”
Bilbo groaned, burying his face into his shoulder, unable to resist the unrelenting pull of his instincts any longer. Shifting his weight forward, Thorin reached one hand beneath him to wrap around the hobbit’s hard cock. The other, twisting into the hobbit's curls and pulling. “Say it!”
Bilbo’s breath hitched at the upward thrust of the king's hips, “yes!”
“Yes, what?” Thorin growled.
“I’m yours.” He sobbed, his hips canting back. “I’m yours, please give it to me, give me your seed. I want to be full of it.”
“Yes,” Thorin panted, releasing the hobbit’s reddening prick and gripping his thick hips again. He was driven half mad with some animal instinct that demanded that he claim and breed and fuck. “I will. I will show you how a dwarven alpha king fucks his mate.”
Thorin redoubled his thrusts, sweat trickling down his arms as he gave the hobbit everything he had. He imagined that Bilbo would look irresistible that way, with his belly growing round and heavy with the indisputable proof of Thorin’s claim. His knot began to swell as it slammed against Bilbo’s loosened hole, squelching with all the excess fluid.
With one last thrust, Thorin forced Bilbo all the way down onto his knot. He rocked forward and bit his neck, sinking his teeth into the tender skin. Bilbo broke at once, sobbing as he succumbed to his baser instincts, “Oh fuck! Breed me, Thorin!” The hobbit let out a shriek, his body pulling tight as a bow as his cock began to pulse. Sending hot stripes of spend across his belly as he cried out. “Alpha! My alpha!”
Panting, Thorin gave a few more stilted thrusts. His knot prevented him from moving very far, but his hips still rutted desperately into Bilbo’s stretched hole, before pulling Bilbo as close as he could as he began to pour into the hobbit, fucking load after load of come into his clenching heat. Bilbo shuddered, his body clamping down harder, milking every last pulse.
Shock waves of pleasure chased him to his climax until he had no choice but to surrender to it.
Bilbo panted beneath him, attempting to catch his breath while Thorin continued pouring into him until the excess began to drip down his leg in rivulets. Thorin hissed, his cock jumping with one last spurt before he sagged in relief. His chest heaved up and down as they fell into silence.
“Well, that was-” Bilbo started with a laugh, sounding half in a daze. “Hmm?” Thorin mused, peppering languid kisses to the back of Bilbo’s neck, still half pleasure drunk as Bilbo squirmed beneath him. “Everything you wanted?”
“Yes.” Bilbo agreed, his cheeks quite pink. Shifting gingerly, he winced. “Budge up a little.”
Slowly wrapping his arms around his husband , Thorin rolled them onto their sides, rearranging his knee between Bilbo’s legs until they could both rest comfortably while they waited for his knot to deflate. Thorin chaffed his beard against Bilbo’s shoulder before giving it a gentle kiss. “How is your neck?” he asked, reaching up to pull back the hobbit’s hair to see. The spot was red. His teeth marks were still faintly imprinted in the skin, but there was no blood.
“It’s fine,” Bilbo answered back, rubbing at the spot distractedly.
“Does it hurt?” Thorin asked, gently worrying the mark.
“Only when you press on it,” Bilbo mumbled, shooing his hands away.
Thorin returned his hands to Bilbo’s hip, possessively resting them there while he watched the steady rise and fall of Bilbo’s chest. After several minutes of lying in comfortable silence, Thorin asked. “Would you ever consider it?”
“Consider what?” Bilbo questioned, turning his head to peer at Thorin over his shoulder.
“Having your skin pierced.”
Bilbo made a face, “That does not sound pleasant. From the way Dwalin goes on and on, I do not think I could tolerate the pain of it.”
Thorin snorted, before he had a moment to think better, and Bilbo groaned, his hips shifting in a way Thorin’s still swollen cock took great interest in.
“Dwalin is a braggart.” He complained, gently beginning rolling his hips. Bilbo hummed in pleasure, rocking his hips back as well. His cock was still sensitive inside him, and he was hyperaware of the feeling of Bilbo’s body squeezing around him.
“The pain only lasts a moment. It is over almost as quickly as it arrives.”
“I do rather like the idea of your name on me.” Bilbo mused, to Thorin’s surprise as he lazily stroked his prick.
“That I will admit, hurts quite a lot more,” Thorin said, as he reached down to pull up Bilbo’s knee to deepen his thrusts. They were still stuck together so close that it was more of a pulling motion than a true thrust.
Bilbo’s breathing picked up as he explained. “Yes, I do not think I could do that, but there is a plant in the east that the menfolk use, and I have heard that when applied to the skin, it stains for months and causes no pain.”
Thorin considered this with interest until Bilbo let out a high-pitched whine and tightened around him again.
Picking up his pace, Thorin reached over and wrapped his hand around Bilbo’s cock, stroking him off as Bilbo spent himself. Thorin followed soon after with a groan. His release far shorter this time.
With one last gush, His knot lessened enough that he was able to carefully withdraw from Bilbo's dripping entrance. Thorin enjoyed the view with a sense of satisfaction for a job well done.