Torgan Wine Ch. 12

"I love to hear you say it. And I look forward to being properly taught, you probably don't have to tell anyone." Teasingly she gave him a biting kiss just below his knee.

He growled something at her and sat up, "Woman, are you rested enough to give me my release?"

"Mmm, get on your hands and knees?"

Draeseth gave her an indignant look. "Hands and knees?"

"How can I get under you otherwise? You're not supposed to touch me." She knelt with a mischievous smile.

With a growling grunt he came onto his hands and knees. "Don't tease me woman, I need."

"I thought you said you liked my teasing!" Giggling she slipped under him, her back rubbing against his chest and belly as she reached for his thighs. He lurched on top of her adjusting his direction and bit the cheek of her ass making her squeal and drop flat onto the bed.

"Wicked wife." Draeseth positioned himself over her as she started giggling again.

Lifting her hips, she wiggled until she was rubbing his large Torgan cock between her cheeks. "I think that if I bend down this way under you, and you-"

"Help me inside you, woman. This position I know."

Eagerly, she guided him to her entrance, "Do you? Tell me."

Laughing softly in his throat he purred something at her in Torgan before teasing in her tongue, "I know how to do something you don't?" With a slow deliberate thrust he pushed her forward and she braced herself on his planted arms.

"Mmnn, I never said I knew everything." Isonei spread her legs wider, lowering her hips slightly and nearly pressing her face into the bed. The angle and depth when he thrust was almost too much.

He adjusted his angle slightly and thrust again driving her face into the bed making her moan and whimper. "When you open wider, inviting me deeper..." his groan as he lapsed back into Torgan made her tighten around him.

"I choose to, mmnn my Draeseth! I choose to give you mmmn all of my desire!" She panted and gripped his arms as he drove himself into her relentlessly. It felt the way it had in the bath in Ara as if he were trying to split her in half, but so delicious at the same time. "Please! Please, my Draeseth! My flower wine!"

"Mine! My Isonei," the joyously triumphant way he spoke her name as his pace quickened, gave her a surprising jolt of exhilaration. "Give me what I need," he switched to Torgan growling gleefully and she understood him, "Milk my cock with your perfect cunny, silver jewel!"

Taking her hand from his arm, all she needed was gentle pressure. The way he felt inside her, so snug she could feel him throbbing, was breathtaking. He tried to push himself deeper as she bore down on him making her moan and whimper wordlessly. This release came suddenly, the pleasure and pressure broke like a cord that had been pulled too tight and every muscle in her body began to contract and release until she was limp, pinned beneath Draeseth's weight.

"My Isonei, my wife. You are mine." He murmured lovingly in Torgan before gingerly moving off of her, and she offered him a sleepy smile and sigh of contentment in reply. "Before you fall asleep, my Isonei, come here and kiss your husband."

"Mmm, I should go back to my room." Isonei didn't move.

Draeseth laughed softly and she could feel him moving on the bed and pulling at the covers. "Come here and kiss me."

Moving was difficult, her limbs felt heavy and she could barely keep her eyes open. Wriggling her way to his side, she kissed his smiling face as he half rolled on top of her. "I liked that position, too."

He pulled the covers over them both. "Good. Perhaps when we wake I can persuade you into it again."

Isonei started to laugh helplessly, unable to stop to catch her breath. Finally adjusting her position to press her face into the dark hair of his chest, she murmured, "You want me to sleep all day?"

"If it keeps you by my side, my perfect jewel."