Torgan Wine Ch. 04

Draeseth made the most exquisite sound she'd heard him make yet, something between a moan and a low rumbling growl from his chest as he tried to look stern. "I should be more strict with you."

"You enjoy my teasing, my beautiful Draeseth." She squeezed him deliberately with her inner walls as she leaned forward murmuring breathily almost against his lips. "But if you need me to, I'll try harder to contain myself."

"You won't be leaving my chambers. I'll keep you all to myself and you can tease me until you fall asleep beneath me." Grinning wickedly he adjusted himself so that he could lift his hips. She couldn't resist kissing him wantonly after his low lustful words, moaning softly into his mouth as she gleefully let him push deeper.

Having him like this was bliss but she couldn't refrain from teasing just a little more. "Beneath you? I thought you were enjoying being beneath me?"

"Woman stop teasing and squeeze me with that Aran-" his words cut off in a groan as she obeyed, grinding down and squeezing, riding him needfully.

The hand that had been squeezing her hip moved and he pressed his thumb against her most sensitive spot firmly. "Draeseth, yes! There!"

"Give me what I need." The way his dark eyes burned with fervor fueled her desire as much as his commanding tone.

She let him push her over the edge into release moaning out her pleasure as he pulled her head against his shoulder, trying to quiet her. Kissing his shoulder and trying not to dissolve into giggles she wondered what had changed. "You want me to be quieter?"

"Burgath left that we could talk, he was adamant we not use the time for... more pleasurable pursuits." Draeseth was almost smirking.

"Talking would be good. But we probably need a table between us. And even then I'd probably end up bent over it." She kissed his neck playfully. "But I think your brother will notice even if he didn't hear us."

"True. The way you smell after sex, my silver jewel, is delectable." He nibbled her ear laughing softly.

"I was going to say because your skirts are rumpled." Her face almost felt like it would split from grinning as he tried and failed to look sour. "You give me the most delightful reactions, my flower wine."

His amusement faded. "And Andnaeuth? I saw the way you teased him, and the way you spoke to him. He knows you intimately, even if he hasn't taken you to bed."

"Yes, he does. He wanted this." Isonei leaned her head on Draeseth's shoulder. "I think he would have been content to take me to bed and then part ways with me, as he's done with most of his conquests." She reached her hand up to caress his face, feeling the grim expression with her fingertips. "Instead, we spoke. At length. He's as dear to me as I am to him."

"Am I dear to you?" He stilled her hand, pressing it against his face.

"Yes. Even though I don't know you as well, my flower wine. I want to know you." Lifting her head from his shoulder she smiled at his thoughtful expression. "Desire can be a powerful thing, but it's still a choice. The night of the festival, you fascinated me. I don't know much of your life, or your beliefs, but what I do know of you I like."

"What do you know of me, my perfect jewel?" Draeseth's eyes studied her face looking almost resigned.

"I know you enjoy comfortable silences and flowers. I know you're passionate and tenderhearted, though often you choose to let others see your passions and not your tenderness." She watched him swallow and bring her fingers to his lips. "I know you have a temper that you sometimes struggle to control."

He grunted, frowning and looking away.

"I know you would never harm me, not deliberately, and I am not afraid of your temper," Isonei reassured him gently. "You are not a brute or a beast." At his dubious look, she smiled sweetly. "I know you sometimes play the part, but you are a strong, capable, good-hearted man. Sometimes it's just easier or perhaps more fun to play the beast."

His lips curved in an answering smile. "I like what you see. You are so gentle with me, even when I'm rough with you. If your mother was this way, I don't know how your father could bear to share her."

"It was the only way to keep her, and he was already in an arrangement with my brother's mothers." She sighed, debating moving off of his lap.

"He wanted her to himself." Draeseth turned her face back up to his. "And she wanted another man."

"She loved two men. My father loved three women. Neither could bear to part with the others, but they loved each other to distraction." Burying her face in his shoulder she waited for him to ask.

"You don't believe he would have been happier, they would have been happier, if they had been together just the two of them?" He rubbed the back of her neck as he spoke.

"No. They were happy. All of them." Her mothers had said so, though her father had only ever cursed her mother's other lover to her hearing. "If he had done what you think he should have, I would have had no mothers at all, my brothers would have grown up angry and away from my father's house. And he would have blamed himself endlessly for her death had it been his child she was giving birth to."

Draeseth's hand tightened on the back of her neck and he pulled her tighter against him. "Your father lost her bearing another man's child?"

"A daughter. I have two sisters I haven't seen since her death because my father blames theirs."

"You haven't sought them out? I'm told Arans have parties incessantly. You could attend one of theirs or one they would be attending without trouble."

"House Ernelis has waxed. My ambitious brothers have seen to it, and my father has made certain there is enough wealth in our coffers to support their ambitions. House Beivaris has waned." She shook her head. "We move in different circles. I don't know if I would be greeted as a sister or as Lady Isonei. Making my father angry to be-be greeted as a stranger. I can't."

"Your families baffle me. I may have been a bastard but I was raised with my brothers. To have brothers and sisters in different houses..." He massaged the back of her neck. "Blood means a great deal."

"It does, but House means more."

"You wish your children to belong to royal Houses?"

"I haven't been planning my children yet." Isonei laughed into his shoulder. "I would want years with someone before considering it. What I wish most is to be happy and loved, the rest will follow. Or so my mothers tell me."

"I will strive to give that to you, my Isonei. You are the only one who has given me this kind of joy. I cannot lose you."

"My Draeseth..." She tried to lift her head and he kept her where she was, pressing kisses into her hair.

"Why did your mother give the other man two daughters and your father only one?"

"Because she'd given him a daughter before she met my father."

"Your father was the one who stole her away? He had two and wanted a third... How many lovers did the other have?"

"Only one. My mother was the only one he wanted. And you've misunderstood again, my flower wine. There was no stealing only sharing. A heart is not a loaf of bread, love isn't devoured and gone. Shared it grows and multiplies."

"And if I need more time with you?" He frowned tilting her face up. "If I need to have you by my side and the time comes for you to travel to another?"

"If you truly needed me, I would stay. But you would have to respect my decision if I needed to stay with the other for the same reason."

"And if I need you always by my side? If I need you to myself?" His mouth was set grimly as if already knew the answer she would give.

Isonei took a breath. "If I can't give you what you need, I will let you go so that you can find it. I want you to be happy, if I can't give you that, I want you to be happy with someone else."

The muscles of his jaw clenched and he pressed his face against hers, not letting her go. "You make me happy."

"And miserable," she murmured, touching his face.

"I want to kill Andnaeuth. If he hadn't tried to take you, you wouldn't have-"

"I know my own heart, Draeseth. I am not a helpless, witless waif who will go with any man who smiles at her." She looked at his solemn face and tried to make him understand. "I tried to explain to you how serious it is to be exclusive to someone. I should have tried harder to make you understand, it's my fault that you don't."

"No. I understood that it's something you don't desire. Changing your mind has been my wish since the first time you cautioned me." His fingers brushed down her face as they had the first time he'd seen it.

"As much as we might otherwise wish it, we may not be well-suited." The thought stung far more than it should, and not only because of the pain on Draeseth's face. "We've leapt into this too quickly, but I can't bear the thought of parting ways too quickly too." She watched his face soften as he took a relieved breath. "I want to get to know you, I want to have my time with you. I will consider what I can bear if you can do the same."

Draeseth's immediate response, an ardent kiss and beginning to harden again still partly inside her, made her feel she'd suggested the right thing. "Yes." He barely broke the kiss to speak, his deep voice hoarse with need. "I will consider what I can bear to have my time with you. Tell me you want me."

"I want you. You know that I do." Adjusting her position to let him back into his place inside as he continued to harden and grow. "My Draeseth, I want you, please."

"I need more space. I need more."

"I can do that, my flower wine," Isonei kissed him breathlessly, "I've never tried this in a carriage but I think we have enough room." Rising from his lap, she turned, "Come forward and spread your legs wider, my flower wine."

"You'll be facing away from me?" He seemed slightly disappointed.

"I'll be bent the way you enjoy," she grinned at him over her shoulder.

"Then bend, woman."

Laughing, she sat herself onto his lap backward and bent forward, her hands gripping the opposite seat. "You'll need to..." The feeling of him positioning himself and pulling her back onto his thick cock until her knees touched the seat behind him made her pant and moan.

With a groan, he moved forward until he was barely on the seat pulling her until he felt so deep inside she whimpered helplessly. "Does it hurt you? It feels," he stopped speaking, shifting his hips and squeezing her cheeks before he lapsed into Torgan almost purring.

Isonei tried not to push against the seat and pull away from him as she panted and whimpered out, "You feel deeper, too deep, I can't-can't..."

He pushed her forward before pulling her back again, not quite as far. "You wanted me deeper."

"You have to work up to it, my magnificent Draeseth. All at once makes me feel like you're trying to split me in half." Carefully finding a foothold on the seat behind him she started to push off and away. Draeseth growled and pulled her back. "Yes. Like that. If I push and you pull, I think..." The sharp slap to her right ass cheek made her back arch.

"Woman. Don't just pull away from me." His hands massaged and squeezed, as she pushed against the seat again he landed another stinging slap against the other cheek. "Woman."

Half moaning half whimpering as he pulled her back completely, "You want me to tell you each time?"

"Ask me. Tell me how much you want me.'' He growled holding her hips and grinding in making her cling to the seat in front of her. "Nnnn Draeseth. Please let me..." His grip loosened and she pushed forward, understanding. "I want you, beautiful Draeseth, pull me back and let me feel- Mnnnn."

Tilting his hips slightly he pulled her back purring in Torgan. His hands gripping the backs of her thighs just under her ass felt every bit as rapturous as his thick length sliding back in. "Please, please let me feel that again, that feels, Gods, Draeseth please!"

The feeling of him throbbing so tightly inside her made her think he wasn't going to last for much longer. "Not yet! Please!"

"I will last, woman." Another two stinging slaps made her whimper and moan, "Why do you think I can't?"

"NNmm. My Draeseth, why do you always think I'm trying to get away from you?" The carriage felt as though it had picked up speed and the jostling with him in so deeply was exquisite torment.

She pushed away to have him urgently pull her back, again and again, until he gripped her tightly and grinding deep with a hoarse growl. Between the movement of the carriage and the feeling of him grinding so deeply inside she was so close to release she was panting with need. Isonei thought she was going to scream from the painful pleasure built up, and then it released. Being quiet was out of the question, it was almost a wail of ecstasy that burst out of her as the pleasure and hot, tingling, pulsating waves of release washed over her. Her arms felt too weak to hold her up and she couldn't help but melt almost to the floor between Draeseth's legs.

He laughed softly, "Woman, you are incapable of being quiet."

"You make me wail in ecstasy and go as limp as a wet rag and now you chide me for not being quiet?"

Squeezing and massaging her ass and her thighs he groaned, "Knowing I gave you such pleasure... knowing you take as much pleasure in me as I take in you. I could never chide you."

The carriage came to a stop and he started to mutter what might be curses in Torgan, pulling her skirt back up and trying to help her off of the floor. Watching him half stand to adjust his pants and tunics before sitting next to her, Isonei couldn't contain her amusement.

"You would have less to adjust with a doublet, my magnificent Draeseth."

"The wetness of my pants would be much more apparent as well, my perfect jewel."

"It would only be fair, there will be a wet spot on the back of my dress." His light blush sent her into a fit of giggles.

The carriage door opened and Burgath's annoyed voice came from outside, "I would ask if you were decent but waiting for that would bar me from the carriage for the rest of the journey."

"My sincerest apologies, Prince Burgath. I'll try harder to contain myself." Isonei offered in a sweet voice.

"You will do no such thing." Draeseth took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips. "I needed you and you gave yourself to me. How many men have a woman who would do such a thing in a carriage?"

"Brother, I'm certain some would be envious, but they don't have to ride in a carriage that reeks of sex." Burgath stuck his head in tentatively and wrinkled his nose.

"I find the smell pleasant." Draeseth blushed lightly as he continued kissing her fingers. "I was robbed of four months, improprieties may be forgiven."

"Which is why I allowed it instead of interrupting you." He settled into his seat and the carriage started forward again. "The carriage driver suggested prodding the horses faster would speed the process. From the way she wailed, it seemed it heightened her pleasure as well."

"I didn't know that." Isonei leaned, letting Draeseth pull her under his arm. "The movement of the carriage was particularly pleasing, but I think my flower wine did most of the labor."

Burgath looked at her, as if he wanted to ask but couldn't bring himself to. Shifting his gaze to Draeseth he frowned, "I wouldn't have expected there would be enough room."

"It's a spacious carriage." He pulled her into his lap and smoothed her skirt.

Kissing his neck as she teased him gently, "I think I'm supposed to be next to you, my Draeseth."

"You're supposed to be where I want you."

Breathing against his skin, barely audible she teased him again, "I know where I belong." The way he blushed and grinned made her giddy.

"Areshen." Burgath looked amused despite himself. "Father will marvel at this change in you brother. You will need to make an effort not to scandalize the court, for her sake if not your own."

"Anyone who expresses displeasure with her affection toward me will deal with my wrath."

"It would be easier, my magnificent beast, to try to behave ourselves. It isn't as enjoyable but it will keep other people's teeth out of your knuckles. That alone would make my time in Torga more pleasant." Isonei was smiling contentedly up at him as he took a deep breath and looked down, pressing his face against hers.

"For you." Draeseth touched her face lightly. "I would have you enjoy my home."

"What was decided about Daga Liadith?" Burgath cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Nothing. I'm willing to speak to him if it's needed, and I'll do it gently." She smiled ruefully.

"I intend to be there if you speak with him." Draeseth adjusted her in his lap and pulled her tightly against him. "I don't want you alone with him, or anyone else."

"If it can be avoided I'll respect your wishes, my flower wine, but I need you to understand that you have nothing to fear. I'm not going to run away from you or jump into another man's arms."

Pressing kisses against her head he exhaled loudly, "I know. But I will not risk any man trying to steal you away, or taking another piece of your heart. Until the next festival, you are mine alone."

"Yours alone." Tilting her head up, Isonei kissed him sweetly, enjoying the way he deepened the kiss claiming her mouth and followed it by pressing his face against hers.