Torgan Wine Ch. 06

"I am prudent and reserved when I am not with you, woman."

"Then why would you expect different from your daughters?" Isonei tilted her chin up as she asked her pointed question.

"Direct your sharpness toward Krouth; he is the one who suggested it." He leaned in for a kiss and she tilted her head back making him look at her with annoyance.

"She is your Highness. Lady Isonei is taking us both to task at once in the gentle Aran manner. Me for the error of my thinking and you for allowing me to speak for you."

"Thank you, Krouth, for clarifying that." Turning her head to fix him with an expectant look she watched him bow.

"She will have to learn to chide more forcefully." He took hold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Torgan women are more," he paused, "strident."

"If you wish a Torgan woman you are welcome to find one after the festival. Trying to make me into one will not be welcomed, my Draeseth." At her firm but gentle words he looked sour. "Have I tried to make you more Aran? Aside from asking for more gentleness on occasion, and wanting to be able to make you happier, I-"

"You have not tried to change me. That is true." Draeseth pressed his face against hers. "Prepare the bath, Krouth. We bathe together. We will not be disturbed or parted until time to prepare for lunch."

"Understood your Highness."

"While the bath is drawn, tell me, how did the Daga see your bruises?" He began unfastening her overdress. "You were meant to be waiting in our room."

"I was waiting in our room. He was remembering how we used to climb through the windows as children and came to fetch me at the window." She half closed her eyes as he caressed the marks on her neck. "I was lying on the bed in my chemise because the layers..."

"Open your eyes." The command in his voice was unmistakable and she opened her eyes looking up at him. "Did you expect him to come to the window?"

"No. He's the Daga now; he's not supposed to be doing that."

"You changed from his dress into mine. Why?" The smile curving the corners of his mouth was almost vicious.

"I wanted to."

"Why did you not come to me?" His large hand curled around the side of her neck and his thumb ran up and down the front. "I would not have allowed you to be forced into marriage. I want you to choose me."

"If I'd come to you the Daga would have tried to press the issue. If he'd said you had to marry me or leave me here what would you have done?"

"I would have taken you from here by force."

"I couldn't have let you do that. If you didn't hurt my Daga he would have hurt you." Isonei caressed his hand on her neck.

"In Torga, I will show you how little you need worry about me being harmed." Draeseth squeezed her throat gently and leaned closer to kiss her.

The thought of him fighting made her feel uneasy. After he broke the kiss she opened her mouth to protest and he laughed in his throat.

"Do I look small and weak to you, woman?"

"No, but-"

"You can fuss over me afterward, like you did in Ara." He began to tug at her overdress. "I cannot remember anyone greeting me with such concern after any fight much less such a small one."

"There were three of them." She frowned at him hesitantly as she remembered the expression on his face looking at the tooth in his hand. "You looked at the tooth in your hand the same way you looked at me after you-"

Draeseth cut her off with an urgent kiss. "Was that the same look?"

"It was!" She started to laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Self-satisfied and proud."

His growling grunt as he slipped his hands under the overdress was paired with a smug smile. "Pleasing you, tasting your desire for me, makes me feel as potent and powerful as winning a bout."

"As much as the thought of you fighting concerns me, I do like it when you feel potent and powerful." Her underdress was unfastened and pushed down over her hips, falling to the floor.

"I have noticed you try to make me feel that way." Draeseth stripped the overdress off of her letting it fall as well. "You're in an Aran chemise again, woman."

"They're lighter."

"They're shorter. And you left off your underskirt." His tone was almost teasing.

"With so many layers no one can tell if I leave one or two off."

"I could tell. I did not like you sitting next to someone else half naked." He kissed and nipped at her ear.

"Half naked?!" Isonei laughed and tried to poke his side through his thick layers. "If I was any more covered I'd have been hiding in a box!"

"I will have lighter fabric found, but you will wear all of your layers, woman."

"All of them? You're going to relent and let me we-eee!" Her words ended in a squeak as she tried to squirm away from the Torgan with his tongue in her ear. "Wicked horrible man!"

His low laugh as he turned her face back to kiss her made something in her belly flutter. "I am your beast, wicked and loving. Come bathe me, woman. I have to be as gentle as a lamb with you, use your soft blue hands to show me." Draeseth hoisted her over his shoulder in a quick movement, striding toward the bath.

Laughing, she braced herself against his back, "My magnificent beast, I'll bathe you everyday if you let me."

"And if I don't?" He set her gently down by the washing seat.

"Even after moving the rocks you didn't smell dreadful, just," Isonei wrinkled her nose, "very strongly."

"You didn't like the way I smelled in Ara, the night you were given back to me." The Torgan untied his leather belt and draped it over her shoulders. "I thought you might refuse to taste me for a moment." He'd started to blush.

"I was trying not to think about you being unwashed, I expected you to taste bad." She watched him stripping off his tunics and held out her arms to take each of them.

"You didn't seem to mind it."

"No, I was surprised and very thankful to find that you didn't taste unpleasant." She tried not to laugh at his almost peeved expression. "You would prefer I had hated the taste and refused after the first touch of my tongue?"

"I would prefer you say you like the way I taste." He stretched his arms over his head and she couldn't help but admire the way he looked, his grey-green skin and dark hair, even his scars didn't detract from his beauty. The way his muscles moved, he looked imposing and capable, magnificently strong.

"I do like the way you taste, I prefer it when you're washed." Isonei lifted her eyes from his broad chest up to his glittering eyes.

"Go put those by the door, and come back to tell me something else you like."

"Only one thing?" She grinned impishly as she turned to take the tunics and belt to the seat by the door.

"One thing that no one else has given you."

That was a little harder. After a moment, the memory of the roughness of his face on their first attempt to travel to Torga sprang to mind. Coming back to him she reached up and touched his face, stroking his cheek and finding it smooth.

"I liked the roughness of your face when-" Isonei laughed as he cut her off with another kiss.

"Another."

"The way you wrapped your hand around my throat, your biting kiss, the sounds you make, my Draeseth." She was almost breathless as he tore the chemise with a groaning growl. "The way you do that, my magnificent beast."

He kissed the side of her neck and his urgency faded, his kisses became soft and gentle as his hands roamed over her skin. Murmuring in Torgan she couldn't understand him, but she adored the way she could feel the rumble of his voice through his chest when he held her close and she massaged the back of his neck as she told him so, "Your voice, my Draeseth, so beautiful and deep. When you speak while holding me I can feel it through your chest and I've adored it since we met, when you kept me close and spoke in the garden."

"Undress your husband and tell me another, wife."

Kissing the base of his throat and working her way down his broad chest, she tried to think of another. "No one has ever filled my senses the way you do when you touch me." Isonei unfastened his pants and tugged them down, helping him step out of them before kissing her way up his thigh gently, "No one has made me feel as safe and as cherished." Curling her fingers around his thick shaft as he panted, she lightly licked and suckled the base of his huge member from beneath.

"Woman. Wife." He pulled the few pins from her hair tossing them away, uncovering her hair and unbraiding it to run his fingers through it. "I will keep you safe; I cherish you above all things. Let me wash you and show you my gentleness, let me touch every inch of that pale blue skin."

Playfully running the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft to the tip before she stood, she smiled at him with the warm flush of desire on her face, "Show me, my Draeseth."

He spoke softly to her in Torgan as he rinsed her in the warm water and began to wash her, soaping her with his large strong hands, stopping to place hot kisses in some places before he soaped them as if punctuating his indecipherable sentences. She couldn't help but giggle as he kissed her toes before washing them. As he rinsed her he began to cover every inch of her with soft sweet kisses, his breath warm as he kept whispering lovingly in Torgan.

Draeseth lifted his head, his dark eyes tender and warm, parting his lips to speak. Isonei leaned in to kiss him with the same gentle affection he'd been covering her body with, letting him deepen the kiss and pull her from the washing seat onto his knees. His hands stroked and caressed her back and her hips as he broke the kiss, pressing his face to hers.

"Here, and in Torga, until our year is over, I am..." she ran her hands over his chest, "your wife?"

"Yes." He brought his hand to her face running his fingers from her ear to her chin. "And I am..."

"My husband." Saying it felt strange but the joyful smile that lit his face and the way he covered her face in kisses made her want to say it again. Draeseth kissed her rapturously as she murmured it a second time.

"Wash your husband, my Isonei, show me I have a loving wife." Draeseth half groaned, speaking softly between kisses.

She began to laugh as he held her firmly in place. "How can I wash you if you won't let me out of your lap, my gentle husband?"

"You do not want to argue that you've already shown me?" He reluctantly let her off of his lap and took her place on the seat, letting her begin to rinse him.

"I enjoy showing you, my Draeseth. Every chance you give me to run my hands over your beautiful skin, to show you my affection-"

Pulling her into his lap again with an ardent kiss, Draeseth held her so that her legs were wrapped around him, slipping his hand to her eager sex. "My wife, you can touch me, and be as affectionate as you wish. I will not be denied it." He positioned her and held her with one arm as she began to work herself onto his large member, watching, flushed, as he licked her juices from his fingers with a rumbling groan.

Leaning slightly back, she held onto his strong arms as she rolled her hips. "Mmm, my Draeseth, husband..."

Draeseth began to pant as he moved one hand back to her most sensitive spot and began to press and rub, sounding as if he were pleading in Torgan. Isonei gave herself over to the pleasure of his touch, the feeling of him inside her, snug and throbbing, making her skin heat and tingle. Looking up at him as she rode him to her release, the beatific ecstasy on his face, made her breath catch.

The slight wobble of the stool as she stopped almost went unnoticed. He was frowning at her for hurriedly unwrapping her legs from him and putting her feet on the ground when it gave way. It hadn't been quite enough to keep her from falling to the floor as well, but it did let her fall back and keep from injuring him by landing awkwardly on his groin. Lifting her head she began to laugh, his sullen expression only made her laugh harder.