Torgan Wine Ch. 07

"There was a time, when I was playing with Daga Gildith's daughters, that one of their friends was insistent on playing a cruel trick on someone. I couldn't bear the thought." Isonei leaned her cheek against Draeseth's hand. "I ran and told Daga Gildith. He and my Daga were lounging discussing something probably far more important but..." she took a breath realizing she was rambling, "My Daga noticed I was upset, that I was torn about doing the right thing in informing the Daga and making friends with his daughter's friends. He told me 'It is always better to do right and worry about friends later. If they are worth having as friends, they will see their error and bear you no ill will.'"

Krouth looked at Draeseth with an unreadable expression and spoke quietly in Torgan before bowing and stepping away.

"He applauds your values but thinks you are dangerously naive, my sweet wife. In the garden, Daga Liadith said you can be sweet and soft, if you have someone hard to look after you. I think I am beginning to understand his meaning." He pulled her up to standing in front of him, removing the blanket. "I am equal to the task."

"Is it a task?" Isonei teased gently, running her fingers through the dark hair on his chest and caressing his tattoo.

Pulling her closer he gave a grunt, "A well rewarded one."

Rising on her toes, she hooked her leg over his hip and moved one hand down between them to stroke his already hardening member. "I haven't yet begun to reward you for it."

His grin looked almost sly as he lifted her toes off of the ground. "I haven't yet had my breakfast, woman. You should feed your beast better or he may devour you."

"I enjoy it when he tries." She breathed kissing and nipping at his throat, curling her hand more firmly around his shaft.

Draeseth positioned her on the edge of the table, pushing the plate out of the way. She started to laugh as he pulled up his chair and began to kiss and pull open her thighs murmuring in Torgan. Glancing to find a place to brace herself on one arm, she tilted her hips for him, putting her legs over his broad shoulders and moaning in delight as he began to lick and tease between her folds.

He let his hands move over her hips as he tasted and explored with his tongue, taking his time with long slow up and down licks, very gently suckling at the folds he was moving between on occasion. Isonei curled her fingers in his hair.

"Mmm, my Draeseth."

It almost felt like he grinned between her thighs for a moment before he began to lightly tease her most sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue, moving around it in slow languorous circles. He brought one hand beneath his mouth to tease around the opening of her eager sex with one finger. Urgently, she tried to press herself more firmly against him, "Please, please yes, my flower wine!"

The growling groan he gave pressed against her that way made her head fall back in ecstasy, as she moaned. He pressed two fingers inside her as he began to gently suckle, keeping his circular strokes. His fingers curled as she'd begged him to do in the bath and her thighs began to tremble.

"Don't stop! Mmm, my Draeseth, my magnificent, Ooohhh! Yes!" Her hand was knotted in his hair as her hips moved of their own accord; he pushed her over the edge of burning unbearable pleasure into the pulsing tingling of release. The way he pulled his hand away slowly and dipped his head to taste his handiwork made her want to lay back on the table and let him do anything he wanted.

"Woman." Draeseth pulled her from the table to kiss her fervently; the taste of herself on his lips was heady. The way he sat on his chair it was easy to position herself, settling onto his lap with his large member sinking into her. He laughed low in his throat. "I should make you wait until I've eaten."

"Eat, my flower wine. I can keep myself entertained." She kissed his shoulder and shifted her hips making him groan.

"How can I eat with you writhing on my lap, woman?" His low growl was thrilling.

"You want me to sit still?" Isonei widened her eyes innocently while squeezing and releasing him inside her.

"Woman." He breathed the word, capturing her mouth and kissing her ardently until she was breathless. "I want you to stay wrapped around me, and I want you bent over the table."

"I can give you both, my Draeseth, at the same time." She turned her head to look at the table, "We just need to have it cleared first."

Barking a laugh he stood with her clinging to him and tilted the table with one hand, knocking everything into the floor with a clatter. "Done."

Opening her mouth to chide him he started growling at her in Torgan. "I don't know what you're saying but I think you don't want me to chide you for making a mess."

He grinned wickedly and said something else she couldn't understand.

"I'm going to have to learn your beautiful language in self-defense."

"Give me what you offered, woman." Draeseth's dark eyes were glittering.

"Gladly my impatient beast." Teasing him with a kiss first, Isonei managed to get her feet under her and turned to face the small table, half laying across it as he took his position behind her. Spreading her legs wide and then adjusting herself, she wrapped them around his back.

The feeling of him pushing in again was perfection; his hands squeezed her hips and rubbed her upper thighs as he thrust with firm control. She squeezed him deliberately wanting to reward him for his technique. The Torgan groaned out something she thought she recognized a few words of and she turned her head to smile at him over her shoulder.

His growling response to her amusement was accompanied by a sharp slap to her ass that made her flush and grip him tighter. His pace quickened and she braced herself on the table as best she could. "Yes! Please!"

Bearing down, she thought about how it felt when he had tasted and touched her so skillfully, the way his hands felt on her skin caressing and squeezing. Isonei was very nearly ready when she felt him releasing inside her growling out something that sounded almost anguished. She squeezed and released him deliberately and then tried to keep him in place as he stilled behind her.

"Stay, I'm so close, my flower wine, please." Pressing back she worked her hips in his grip, grinding against him until she got her release.

"I could not last another moment." He groaned stroking her back as she relaxed on the table with her legs still around him.

"I should have let you eat something; it's just so hard to behave myself when you have me wrapped around you, my magnificent beast."

He laughed softly. "I would keep you wrapped around me constantly if I could. I would starve to death to have you so eager for me always."

"Mmm, for you I am willing and wanton." The way he kneaded her hips and growled, grinding his slowly softening shaft deeper made her want more.

A knock at the door made her scowl in that direction. Draeseth began to laugh, teasing her, "You're picking up my bad habits, wife. That look of displeasure could make a statue flinch."

Krouth cleared his throat as he moved toward the door, stopping and addressing the wall, "If the Lady wishes to wash before dressing for lunch, it may be time to do so."

With a sigh she agreed, "I should clean myself before dressing."

Draeseth reluctantly pulled out and helped her onto her feet. "I think I should help you. If only to be sure you do it thoroughly." He began to back her toward the bath.

"And you do need someone to help wash your back and between your toes." She flushed as he narrowed his eyes and his wicked smile began to curve his lips. "I can't let you have lunch with my Daga if you're not clean too, my magnificent Prince."