Torgan Wine Ch. 12

The door was closed and she debated knocking or going directly in before deciding it would be more polite to knock. She got no answer and knocked a second time, waiting with a sudden worry that he'd decided to take a walk in the gardens or... take a bath. Isonei went to look and found with disappointment that it was empty.

With more than a little annoyance she huffed to herself, "It is my room." She doubted he would chide her for waiting for him on the bed. Without knocking this time, she opened the door and walked in.

Draeseth and Krouth were kneeling with an open book on a low wooden stand in front of them. Both looked at her with surprise as if she weren't supposed to be there.

Krouth's eyes narrowed slightly, "Did you knock and walk away?"

"I knocked and when no one answered I thought maybe he'd gone to bathe. I went to look."

"Waiting didn't-"

Draeseth snapped something in Torgan.

"If the two of you are occupied I'll go." Isonei felt herself starting to seethe with anger and disappointment.

"Join us." Krouth made a gesture toward the book. "If you are both in foul moods perhaps some prayer would do you good as well."

She eyed him dubiously and then shook her head, declining, "I don't know enough to feel comfortable praying to your God. But I'll watch from here." Isonei took a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it at the foot, taking off her shoes and settling onto her belly to observe.

It was almost surprising at how much the low quiet sound of Krouth speaking Torgan reminded her of having a tutor read aloud. It was desperately boring. She pressed her face into the pillow stifling a sigh. Much as it had as a child, the boredom made her start to nod off. There was no point in resisting it, they could wake her when they'd finished.

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Waking from a dream about being chased through her father's house, Isonei took a moment to remember where she was. The room was dark and she rose to light a lamp. Draeseth wasn't in the bed but a movement drew her eyes to the large figure slumped in a chair.

Arissa was going to be horribly disappointed. The thought almost set her laughing. The least she could do was put the poor man to bed since it was clear he'd chosen to wait for her to wake instead of waking her.

Stroking his head lightly she whispered to him, "Draeseth? Let me put you to bed. I can't carry you; I need you to walk."

He flinched and murmured something in Torgan.

"Shhhh, let me put you into bed, husband."

"Isonei?" He seemed to wake up, sitting upright in the chair. "You're still here?"

"I am. I'm going to put you into bed and go back to-"

"No. I need you, I need to feel you. Stay yet." Draeseth reached for her and she hurriedly took his hands before he could take hold of her, pushing them back to rest on his thighs.

"If you touch me I have to leave. We both need to apologize to the Daga in the morning, but I told him you were not deliberately defying him." She winced, "Even though I did."

"You?" He laughed in his throat. "He must have done something to deserve it."

"I lost my temper with him. I don't think I've ever done that."

"Krouth said that you must be tired. That you have been serving both the Daga and Lady Arissa trying to make her feel welcome and content. He said that you have a cheerful nature but being forced to maintain a smiling face for weeks takes a toll." Draeseth leaned his face toward her and she gratefully pressed her face to his.

"It does when you aren't happy with your circumstances. I've missed you." Isonei kissed him softly before deepening the kiss, trying to make him feel how much she wanted to be able to kiss him when she wanted to, how much she wanted to be able to wrap herself around him.

He broke the kiss and stood up abruptly, startling her. "Woman." Pulling at the Lerian jerkin roughly he tore the fasteners open and began to strip himself. "Undress. I cannot do it for you." In the dim, flickering lamp light he looked as if he were furious.

"I wish you could, I actually miss having my dresses torn off by my beautiful and impatient husband." She teased him as she began to undo the front fasteners of her dress one by one.

His eyes didn't leave her fingers as he stripped himself of his pants and waited.

"Go sit on the bed my flower wine. Tell me what you want most." Isonei watched him as he sat with his legs spread, his impressively large member looking slightly larger than she remembered it. She slipped out of the Torgan style Lerian gown, grateful that the fasteners were in the front in the Torgan style gowns and more grateful that there were fewer layers to remove. Standing in front of him in only her Aran chemise, he still hadn't spoken.

"I should have worn a Lerian chemise for you, they stop here." Isonei gestured under her breasts. "Maybe then you'd be more eager to tell me what you-"

"Woman!" He spoke hoarsely, "You make me think about what I want when I cannot touch you. You promised you would not be cruel."

"I can touch you, I want to know what you want so that I know where to start, my flower wine."

"Start where you desire. I want you, to feel you, to taste you." Draeseth started to reach for her again, "If I can't touch you I don't know how I can have you."

"Lie on your back and put your hands behind you, my Draeseth."

She almost laughed as he spat something furiously in Torgan, not moving from the edge of the bed as he complied.

"I know you don't like to be on your back, but you might like this." Stepping between his legs she ran her fingers lightly up his thighs. "You don't let me do this often enough." Isonei bent and playfully swirled her tongue over the thick dark head of his cock, teasing around the eye of it as she began to suck gently.

He purred in Torgan, lifting his hips. Moaning giddily with the head in her mouth, she stroked his shaft with firm even motions. She wanted to take her time and tease him. Each time he lifted his hips she tried to take more of his large Torgan cock into her mouth. Her eyes watered as she sucked lustfully, pressing and fluttering her tongue underneath his shaft. When she felt him coming close to his release she languidly drew her head up, a long slow rise pressing her tongue to the underside and stilling her hands.

"Woman." He groaned breathlessly. "Don't stop."

"Mmm, my Draeseth..." Isonei breathed on the sensitive tip looking at him with a smile. His hands came unclasped and she stepped back with a pout.

"If you're going to tease me I'm going to watch you more comfortably." Draeseth growled grabbing pillows to prop himself up with.

She didn't come closer again until his hands were clasped behind his back again. "I'm going to do so much more than tease you, my flower wine. I want to take my time and enjoy you. Every," Isonei moaned softly as she lowered her head and began at his heavy balls this time, "magnificent, mmm inch of you."

Stroking him slowly as she kissed and suckled, massaging behind them she heard him groaning helplessly in Torgan. The wetness of his shaft wasn't only from her mouth, his excitement dripped down wetting her hand. Working her way up, leaving a trail of kisses from his balls to the base of his glorious Torgan cock, she let him hear her desire and pleasure murmuring and moaning against his grey-green skin. The sounds he made were exhilarating.

With long slow licks she worked her way back up to the head, looking at him and smiling sweetly before taking it back into her mouth. Draeseth's hips rocked insistently trying to make her take more of it and she did her best to accommodate him. His seed was spilling into her mouth moments later.

"Isonei! My Isonei!" The Torgan was exultant; relaxing as she gingerly licked and kissed the remnants of seed from his softening cock. "Your perfect mouth..."

"And now it's your turn, my Draeseth," she stepped away and patted a spot at the head of the bed. "Put your beautiful head here with a pillow under it."

"What are you going to do, my wicked wife?" He moved slowly turning over to move one of his pillows and she smacked his firm ass.

Isonei grinned and began to laugh as he looked at her incredulously. "I'm going to be as wicked as you were when I got to spend the night with the Beast of Kroscur." As sweetly as she could she leaned on the bed and asked, "Do you like being at my mercy, husband?"

"When I can touch you again woman, the Beast of Kroscur is going to make you beg to stay where you belong for the rest of your life." His dark gaze was hot even in the dim room.

"Where do you belong, my magnificent Beast of Kroscur? Lie on your back and tell me." Isonei tried not to laugh as he muttered something in Torgan putting his head on the pillow and his hands behind his back. "You're not very cooperative tonight, my Draeseth, maybe I shouldn't let you taste the desire I have for you." She teased as she tugged off her chemise and kissed her way up from his knee to his chest running her hands over him hungrily.

"Woman, let me taste you." His arms tensed under her hands as she straddled his chest.

"Not until you answer me." She grinned impishly down at him. "Do you enjoy being at my mercy?"

He lifted his chest, pushing up with his legs and trying to tip her forward. "Wicked woman."

Laughing she asked again, "Do you? I want to hear it."

"Yes, but not as much as I enjoy having you at mine," he growled and she felt the rumble of it through his chest.

"Mmm, where do you belong, my beautiful beast?" The confusion on his face made her smile and she gave him a hint, "If I belong in front of you with my fine legs spread," bending she kissed him slowly and passionately before murmuring, "willing and wanton. Where do you belong?"

He was breathing heavily and looking at her with such desire she thought she might be pushing him too far. Draeseth breathed something in Torgan and tried again to tip her forward.

"I can't speak your language yet, husband."

"I belong," groaning he slowly spoke in Aran, "I belong between those fine legs. Wife, let me taste you."

Grinning at him as she moved to kneel, straddling his flushed face, "Tell me all of it."

It almost sounded as if he were cursing and she laughed lowering herself and letting him taste her, it felt as if he were trying to devour her, desperate and hungry. His tongue urgently seeking through her folds as he growled and tried to press his face more firmly against her. Obliging him, she slowly pressed down rolling her hips and grinding against his mouth.

After a moment, she lifted herself away kneeling over him as he panted and groaned in Torgan lifting his head. Isonei pressed his head gently back down. "Tell me all of it. I belong in front of you with my fine legs spread, willing and wanton, for you my Draeseth. Tell me..."

He made a sound between a frustrated snarl and a whine. "Woman, I belong between these thighs. For you I am wicked and depraved. Now give me your desire." His commanding tone in his prone position made her want to tease him further but the look in his eyes warned her not to.

"For you I am willing and wanton." She lowered herself again; the feeling as he groaned and growled against her was delicious. In this position she was in control, the pressure of his mouth, the position of his tongue were hers to set. Her hands were braced against the headboard as she moaned and writhed on his eager mouth. Bringing herself to the edge of release and backing off wanting this to last as long as she could bear it, Isonei let the need build until it felt as if she were burning and tingling, every inch of her screaming for release.

She wailed as she let herself go over the edge, leaning helplessly against the headboard as her thighs trembled, pressing down. The wave of pleasure and the relief of release washed over her making her pant as her skin cooled. Draeseth moved beneath her and she gasped and quickly moved off of his face, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

He began to laugh and looked at her with a broad smile on his face, "Woman, you may do that any time you desire, do not apologize." The way he licked his lips brought her in to kiss him giddily.

"I have so much more I want to try but after that I think I need a moment." Isonei covered his smiling lips in little kisses.

Draeseth grunted rolling onto his side with his hands still behind his back. "Things you want to try? Things you haven't done before?"

Beaming, she pressed her face to his, "I've never gotten to be in control like this before. This is new and I think I see why you like it so much."

His face flushed and his breathing quickened, "I do enjoy it but being the first to do something with you is more pleasing. If I can make you cry out in pleasure while doing it..." He groaned, "Your moment is done, I need woman."

"So impatient!" Isonei laughed pulling away. Sitting up she let her eyes wander over him deciding what she wanted to try first. "Hmm, let's try this, come up like this." She moved to his feet and supported herself on her arms with her knees bent and legs spread wide.

The large Torgan got into position with his cock already seeming to mirror his impatience with a bead of excitement forming at the tip. Giggling at the look he gave her as she tried to move toward him in that position, Isonei reached with one hand to position him once her legs were over his hips.

"This is not a graceful position, wife."

"But it might be a fun one," she gave him an annoyed look and leaned to nip his knee.

"If you intend to be as wicked as the Beast of Kroscur you will have to bite me harder." He grinned wickedly, teasing her.

"Is that why you bite me? You want me to bite you back?" Isonei let his length begin to sink into her still soaked sex. The angle wasn't as satisfying as she'd hoped but he still groaned in pleasure as she rolled her hips working him deeper. Carefully she pulled one leg up and moved it along his body until her foot was over his shoulder; that was better. If only she could move the other...

"Woman, you look so intent, as if this is a riddle to be answered." He was gazing at her with amusement.

"The angle doesn't feel right, I want to enjoy it too so I have to figure out how to adjust our position." She made a face at him and playfully snapped at his knee.

"Let me put you on your back, I can give you a perfect angle." He smirked and turned his head to kiss her ankle.

For some reason his smirk annoyed her. "I think I'd rather have you back on yours." Disentangling herself with care, she gave him her most wicked smile and pointed, "On your back with those beautifully strong legs of yours spread, husband."

Draeseth muttered under his breath and complied almost sullenly but his cock was still as eager as she giggled, kissing and nibbling at the base of it.

"I've done this facing forward and facing backward." Isonei gave him a smirk of her own as he glowered at her, "but I haven't done it facing to the side. Bend your knee." She laughed as he bent both and tried to squeeze her between them.

"Woman, perhaps you do belong over my knees."

"That might get boring, my wicked husband. I think there might be many more ways to have you between my thighs than there are to have me over your knees."

"Mount me woman, give your wicked husband what he needs."

"Mmm, I shouldn't enjoy your impatience as much as I do." Straddling his thigh she positioned his cock again, this time moaning at the more pleasant feel of it as she sank onto it. "This is much better."

Rubbing herself against his thigh felt wonderful. In this position, she controlled the depth and rhythm, reveling in her own without his grip on her hips. She forgot for a few moments to keep track of Draeseth's pleasure as she took her own.

"Watching you please yourself is a beautiful sight, wife. But I need more." He sounded apologetic.

Turning, intending to fix him with a disappointed pout, she almost laughed at the way he lay with his arms folded behind his head. "You look comfortable at least. I was enjoying myself so much I forgot to listen for your sounds."

A pleased smile spread over his features, "If you can lose yourself in the feel of me in this position we will do it again."

"It feels so good like this, I wish it felt as good for you. That might be why no one ever suggested it." She gave him a wry smile.

Draeseth looked at her speculatively, "You could bring yourself to release in this position?"

"That's what I was doing, my flower wine." Isonei smiled at him and began to dismount.

"Don't! Stay there and show me. To please you in a way no other man has, I will wait for my own release."

"There are positions that will please us both-"

"Give me this." His rich deep voice had an edge to it, and his gaze was pure desire. "Let me watch as my exquisite Aran wife thinks only of me and pleases herself on my Torgan cock."

She felt her face flushing, "When you look at me that way, I will give you anything you ask for." Isonei kissed his knee breathlessly, wantonly rubbing herself against his thigh again as she rode his magnificent member.

"Anything?" He purred at her with a wicked grin.

"Anything, mmm my Draeseth, my magnificent Draeseth." Isonei began to pant, pressing lustful kisses into his knee.

"Does it feel so good?" Draeseth murmured something in Torgan before teasing her, "Could I persuade you to give me ten children like this?"

"Mmmnn, my Draeseth you could persuade me to give you twenty." She panted and moaned in delight turning her head to look at his flushed, fervently desirous face. "This position and that look, my Draeseth."

His grin was somehow indecent and it sent a thrill through her. "Wife, keep speaking my name that way and looking at me as if you want me to give you twenty children and I will have your belly rounded before you return to Ara."

"You are so wicked, so mmmnnn," panting and grinding down and against his thigh, her release was so close, "my Draeseth, mmnn my Draeseth."

Purring in his language as she pushed herself over the edge, the Torgan looked exultant as she turned her face to him, her inner walls contracting and releasing around him. She clung to his thigh as the pleasure washed over her again.

"My Isonei, my exquisite Isonei." He laughed as she half closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his knee. "Give me my release before you fall asleep, woman."

Isonei gave him a mock pout, "But I'm sleepy now."

"Get on your back woman." Draeseth put his hands on the bed and began to sit up carefully.

"I don't want to be on my back." She widened her eyes and put on an innocent expression.

His hands clutched the bed covers as he growled at her, "I would turn you over my knees right now if you wouldn't leave immediately after. If you keep teasing me I may do it when I've finished with you."

"My flower wine is so horrible to me." Isonei tried to keep from grinning as she teased him.

"Why don't you want to give your husband his release?" He tried to glower at her but the hint of amusement around his lips gave him away.

"I need to a moment to catch my breath, and I know exactly what my husband is going to say once he gets me on my back." She stopped trying to hide her grin and began to laugh as he narrowed his eyes.

"And what will I say?" The Torgan struggled not to smile.

Slowly and as clearly as she could she tried to repeat the first thing he'd said to her in Torgan, He began to laugh loudly before she finished, laying back down as his whole body shook with his laughter. Dismounting with a grin, she stroked his slick shaft and kissed his inner thigh until he composed himself.

"Do I say it so often?" Draeseth rose onto his elbows looking at her with an indulgent smile. "I had hoped the first words you said in my tongue would be words of love. Krouth even suggested teaching you a prayer."