Torgan Wine

"Open your doublet. If you get something you want, so will I." His eyes glittered as he released her hips and half unfastened half yanked it open and the shirt beneath it. Isonei couldn't hide her delight as she ran her fingers through the dark hair on his grey-green chest and traced the tattoo over his heart. "You are so beautiful, magnificent, Draeseth."

"Isonei." He took her hand and tried to put it under her pooled gown.

"I prefer it when you do that, my flower wine." She grinned impishly as he growled and groaned, insistently pushing her hand under her gown. "Are you growling at me or speaking Torgan?"

"You tease me, I gave you what you wanted. I need." He was flushed and looking at her the same way he had when she'd asked him to stand at the edge of the bed.

"And if I make you take a break and think about anything but what you want for a moment you might last long enough to get it."

"I will last, woman." His hands cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed. "Give me what I need."

Teasing him was too much fun. "You didn't answer my question about whether-" Isonei gasped as he raised his hand and brought it down on her ass with a stinging slap. It didn't hurt terribly but it was startling. She stared at him as his face split in a grin.

"I felt the way you tightened around me. Do you want me to do it again?" Draeseth squeezed her cheeks again looking smug.

"You wicked horrible man." Her face was flushed and she deliberately squeezed him inside her, making him groan as he leaned to kiss her.

"I am your beast, woman. Give me what I need." He nipped at her neck as she slipped her fingers to her most sensitive spot to rub and tease herself. "Yes, Isonei." This time his growling and groaning was something she recognized.

"That sounded familiar. Are you sure you can last?" She asked sweetly as she rolled her hips and bore down on him deliberately as she worked herself slowly toward her own release. "I don't like to rush." If he wanted to play at being beastly she could make him suffer for it.

He was panting, holding her hips in his iron grip again. Draeseth leaned kissing her neck to her shoulder and biting her, making her whimper as she pressed her fingers more firmly keeping her slow pace. But perhaps his punishment could wait. "Draeseth, I need more."

She couldn't understand his softly growled response in Torgan as she tried to rise, but she kissed him and murmured, "Stand, I need more. A different position my flower wine." Isonei let the gown fall to the floor at her feet as she turned and knelt on the sofa bending forward, "Keep my hips below yours..."

Draeseth was already pushing in urgently. His indecipherable Torgan words almost sounded poetic as he held her hips and thrust, making her bend lower to give him more room. Her fingers were working more quickly now the feeling of him like this was delicious, almost too much to bear. "Yes, Gods, my Draeseth."

His movements were measured but powerful, each thrust felt like he was throbbing inside, as if he would release at any moment, but she wasn't quite there. Pressing firmly she tried to remember the way it felt when he nipped her and thought of his mouth and hands on her hungry and eager. Her inner walls were bearing down as she got closer and her thighs began to tremble. The way it felt when-

The stinging slap across her ass as he growled at her in Torgan pushed her over the edge. Her inner walls contracting and releasing, pulsing, as he gasped and drove himself deeper making her pant for breath as she was pushed into the sofa. "Yes! Ooh, mmmnn my flower wine!"

Shivering as she felt the tingling release washing over her, all she could do was cling to the sofa pressed into it by the Torgan's weight. Four months since she'd felt this feeling of release. Draeseth seemed to be speechless as he caught his breath and moved his hand over her back.

After a moment, he pulled back and pulled her up from the sofa. "I thought you were teasing me again. I was trying to please you and punish you for bearing down that way and then... Forgive me." He held her face as he kissed her earnestly.

"I was close and thinking of the way you touch me, the way your mouth feels when you kiss and nip at me, beautiful Draeseth. You startled me but the sensation, mmnnn." Turning her head she kissed his chest and ran her fingers through the dark hair.

"You're not angry with me?" He sounded relieved and pleased.

"I was the first time you did it. I was going to go slow and make sure you didn't last." She smiled as she listened to his amused scoffing. "And then I decided I would make you pay for that later because I wanted to enjoy you."

"Mm. I liked that position."

"I thought you might. You seem to like things that let you be in charge of the pace." Isonei lifted her head and grinned up at him.

"You have my handprint on your perfect blue ass, my jewel. Have a care." Draeseth's wicked grin promised another.

"Why is my flower wine so eager to bruise me?" She widened her eyes innocently, suppressing a smile and watched him blink looking suddenly nervous. It was too easy and a little cruel. Letting the mischievous grin spread across her face, she laughed as he swept her up and put her over his shoulder.

This time he didn't bounce her as she adjusted herself, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. "You are as wicked as I am, woman." He stripped himself of his boots and pants completely before following her onto the bed. Pulling off her shoes and then kissing his way up her grey silk stockings to the band, he rolled them down nipping at the tops of her feet as he reached them.

Beaming up at him as he loomed over her and settled his weight onto her, pinning her in place she teased, "I don't think anyone could be as wicked as you are, my flower wine. And I had thought you so sweet when we met."

"For you I am sweet." He pressed his face against hers. "Your sweet beast. Wicked and loving." Kissing the corners of her mouth he began plucking the pins from her hair. A quiet knocking made him pause and mutter angrily in Torgan.

"Dinner?" Isonei winced and started to bite her inner lip.

"You will stop biting your lip if I have to gag you, my jewel." Draeseth's quiet displeasure was almost drowned out by the sound of the door opening and Burgath calling into the rooms.

"Draeseth? Bringing Lady Isonei to dinner is not something that can be avoided."

"I have other dresses I can put on," Isonei whispered as Draeseth gritted his teeth. "And we will be coming back to your rooms, my beautiful Draeseth."

"I will not allow you out of my sight this time, Isonei. Do not ask it of me."

"If it can be avoided." She stroked his hair and watched his face soften.

"I require fresh clothes as well, my jewel, my pants are damp with your sweet juices." He held her down as he began to kiss and nip his way down her body until he was standing holding her feet. "You are exquisite, woman."

Sitting up she couldn't keep the smile from her face as he gazed at her adoringly, his cock already starting to harden. The movement behind him made her lean to look. Burgath was frowning into the doorway holding her ruined dress.

"Hello, Burgath." Giving him a bright smile, she spoke sweetly, "We need a few minutes to get dressed again. Patience is not one of your brother's strengths." The glance to Draeseth's blushing face set her laughing with delight and he pulled her toward himself with a wicked grin.

"Woman, no man could resist your teasing." He lifted her from the bed turning her away from him to kiss and nip her neck before pushing her into a bent position. "I need more than a few minutes. I need to make you beg for me before I let you leave this room."

"You are being waited for, brother." Burgath's tone was sharp. "It seems she's made it clear she's happy to see you. She's willing and eager for you. You have duties that now need to be tended to."

The sound of Draeseth grinding his teeth made her turn in horror. "Stop that! That is a horrible noise!" Isonei straightened and turned to wrap her arms around his waist. "My flower wine, I am not going to vanish."

His embrace felt like iron bands being tightened around her. "No. You are mine, Isonei." After a moment when she didn't struggle against him his arms loosened. Smiling up at him and placing a kiss on his tattoo she felt him relax. "Go find clothes, my jewel. Something you will not mind me tearing off of you when we return to the room." His eyes glittered.

"Does that mean there are dresses you don't plan to tear?" She was rewarded with a sound between a growl and a grunt.

"Woman, I will keep you naked and shoeless if you push me too far."

"That might make dinner awkward, my flower wine."

"I think I see what you mean, brother," Burgath spoke with amusement. "She's playful. But I doubt you can fuck it out of her."

Draeseth turned with a scowl and Isonei chose to interject. "I'm almost certain that isn't his intention. It's much more of a reward than a punishment."

"Go. Dress." He pulled her close for a fervent kiss before she could obey. "Before I change my mind."

Dinner wouldn't last terribly long. A few hours at most. She rifled through two of her chests looking for something appropriate. The dresses were rumpled from being tucked away but that couldn't be helped at the moment.

Her hair was a mess as well. She caught a glimpse in the mirror at her silver hair half pulled down and the already darkening marks of Draeseth's nibbling on her neck. Andnaeuth would be calling her a poor bruised fruit again.

Gathering undergarments and a dress similar to the one she'd been wearing earlier in green and silver, Isonei slipped out of the bedroom to the bath.

"You don't have time to bathe." Burgath sounded aghast as she went past him, her clean clothes draped to cover her front.

Turning and keeping herself covered she fixed him with an annoyed look. "I can't go to dinner entirely unwashed. I won't be filling the pool."

His muttering in Torgan didn't sound as if it was complimentary. Draeseth's response sounded amused. Learning Torgan was going to be something she needed to at least try.

Isonei laid out her clothes and tried to shake the wrinkles out of the dress before she turned on the water and stepped into the warm spray from the corner. A quick rinse was really all she had time for, taking care to rinse well between her thighs and holding up her slightly dampened hair as she made certain her back was rinsed before she stepped back out of the water. Draeseth had already dressed and came to lean in the doorway as she dried herself and began to dress.

"You wear too much, my jewel. Just the dress would be enough."

Laughing she shook her head, "No! You are so terrible. Undergarments serve a purpose, and I am not going to have dinner with my father and the King with none on." Giving him a playful smile she teased, "What happened to you while I was gone, you were so prudish and shy when I first met you."

"Four months of longing for my silver Aran jewel happened, my Isonei." His dark eyes were glittering. "I want your skin where I can touch it, I want you ready for me."

"I need to show you how undressing slowly can be part of the pleasure, my flower wine." She watched his face as she languorously drew her pale green stocking up her calf and thigh, adjusting the band. Isonei was grinning as his eyes followed her hands. Drawing them up her thigh, she slowly pulled up the hem of her chemise exposing the thin fabric covering her sex beneath it.

"Woman." Draeseth stepped forward unfastening his fresh black pants.

"No, no, my flower wine." The incredulous look on his face as he growled at her made her feel giddy. "I told you I'd make you pay for that slap."

"Woman. I will turn you over my knee until you beg me to-"

"Gods help me." Burgath pulled Draeseth back by the arm. "The two of you can't be in the same room together without some sort of chaperone."

"I'm being good and getting dressed." Isonei widened her eyes and began to laugh as Draeseth sputtered and spat in Torgan. "I don't know what you're saying, my flower wine, but it sounds like you disagree."

"He says you wouldn't know how to be good if you were chained to a saint," Burgath smirked. "Implying the woman you want to marry is a demon isn't a promising start, brother."

"I'll look forward to having that explained to me."

"As will I." Burgath's gaze raked over her before he turned with Draeseth and began speaking quietly in their tongue.

She finished dressing quickly, trying to smooth the wrinkles with her hands as she walked to the doorway and asked, "Could someone fasten my gown, please? I still need to try to put my hair back up."

"I will fasten it, my wicked jewel. And for the teasing you've given me you'll wear it down, the way I like it." The set of Draeseth's face made it clear she would lose any argument.

Twisting her hair and pulling it out of his way, she stood still as he fastened the gown hurriedly. Wearing her hair down was scandalously slovenly under these circumstances. It looked as though she'd been rousted from bed to attend dinner. Burgath at least noticed her frown.

"He knows how it will look, Lady Isonei. He wants them to know you were enjoying him before you were summoned."

"I would think the rumpled gown and marks on my neck would be enough." Dinner was going to be a nightmare of cutting looks and sharp words from her father. Isonei worried the inside of her sore lip absentmindedly.

The last fastener was closed and she started to step forward, Draeseth's arms wrapped around her and pulled her back against him. "You wore your hair down for the festival. No other way you've worn your hair compares to that, my jewel."

"I was also wearing a sheer chemise, a nearly sheer dress and nothing other than my shoes, my flower wine. The festival is an exception to the rules."

"I want your hair down." He kissed the back of her head and swept her up. "To dinner."

"My shoes!" She wriggled in his grip trying to get down as he kept moving toward the door. "Draeseth put me down!"

"It will keep you from going far. You can stand on my feet if I let you out of your chair." He was teasing but she was genuinely horrified.

"No! That is not-" Isonei kicked and pushed.

"Not acceptable." Andnaeuth's cool voice came from behind them. "Daeira, please take Isonei and have her dressed appropriately since the Torgan will not allow it."

"She does not leave my side." Draeseth's arms tightened painfully as he turned to face the regally dressed pair and their guards.

"Isonei is not yet given over to you. She was granted time to speak with you before dinner as a kindness. Release her and go wait in the dining hall." The look on his face was unlike anything Isonei had seen before. Andnaeuth looked like a king. Confident, commanding, slightly terrifying. His violet eyes were as cold and hard as polished gems.

Draeseth didn't loosen his grip. Into the silence, she whispered, "Draeseth, please put me down. You're holding me too tight."

Burgath rested a hand on his shoulder and murmured something in Torgan and Draeseth slowly lowered her to her feet.

"Thank you." Isonei turned to touch his stony face and look into his dark eyes, tracing the curved scar. "I will not vanish."

His response was a grunt deep in his throat. The muscles of his jaw were tightly clenched.

"Come, Isonei." Daeira sounded much more gentle than she looked. Her face was drawn sharply in a look of disapproval as her eyes rested on Draeseth. "I'll send Andnaeuth ahead to tell them we'll be late."

Wordlessly, Isonei moved to the Princess' side and took her offered hand letting herself be led.