Torgan Wine Ch. 21

"You are mine, woman. I know that you will not bed another man while you are with me, but you cannot keep from giving them hope. You are infuriating, but that is the price of taking an Aran wife. I will have to keep you to myself and guard you jealously." The viciously smug look on his face as he stripped himself of his tunics made her begin to flush. "Remind me to thank Onsh-Lothlaerith for taking your silphium from you and for reminding you of my worthiness."

Her eyes widened and she sat up in horrified surprise. Her silphium, she couldn't recall if she'd taken it today.

Draeseth laughed as he unfastened his leather pants and pushed them down climbing onto the bed. "Don't look so upset woman. Once you have a child with me you will be allowed to come and go as you please to visit your Daga. Your word will be kept as you will return to this place, and your Daga will never offer you to any man, because you are already mine."

"I promised to take my silphium!"

"You would keep your word if you could," He pinned her under his weight and wrapped her legs around himself. "Just as you would obey Daga Lothlaerith if you could. You will pass under his gate without his permission, and you'll do it sound asleep after spending yourself utterly on my Torgan cock," Draeseth murmured wickedly in her ear as she shivered.

"Draeseth-" She started to protest until his hand slipped to her sex rubbing and teasing expertly, knowing the way she needed to be touched.

"Wife, I will have you call me husband until I tire of it, I have not heard it enough." His biting kisses resumed as he worked his way down to her breasts nipping and sucking, drawing moans and whimpers from her.

"Husband, nnnmm please this is not..." Isonei felt his growl through his chest, She couldn't help but arch her back as his hand pressed more firmly and his head came up to look at her with a grim smile.

"You are mine. You are mine as long as I am yours." Firmly his fingers circled her most sensitive spot and then swiped across it making her writhe, beginning a slow rhythm as he held her gaze. "I belong between these thighs, wife. With the knife you gave me I will cut away all of your bonds. Your father may keep his wine, your Daga may keep his wealth, I will keep you."

He grinned wickedly as she began to pant, urgently pressing herself to his hand. Her fingers knotted in his hair as he lowered his grinning face to leave biting kisses across her breasts. "Draeseth! Nnn, please!" She whimpered as he growled and gripped her hip painfully, "Husband!"

The Torgan's grip relaxed slightly and his kiss became more sweet, "Wife, you did not argue with the Daga, you will not argue with your husband. I have defended you; I have earned your obedience. Say it." He took one of her nipples in his mouth and a shiver of delight ran through her as he suckled and applied his teeth gently, his fingers still keeping up their unbearably delicious rhythm.

"I, mmnn, please, husband" Isonei tried to keep his mouth against her breast as he growled and opened his mouth, "You have defended me." It wasn't a lie and she needed him to push her over the deliciously painful edge he'd brought her to so quickly. "You have earned my obedience." She moaned softly as he took the nipple back into his mouth as if rewarding her and her release swept over her, the heat and pressure giving way to the glorious pleasure and tingling relief.

Isonei tried to catch her breath as he murmured in Torgan kissing his way down to her wet and eager sex. "But husband, mmy Draeseth, I can't-can't..." The way he tasted her almost made her lose her train of thought entirely. Her thighs tightened around his head as much as he would allow. His soft laugh against her sensitive skin made her flush.

Draeseth's wicked tongue didn't stop as he slipped two fingers into her knowing exactly how and where to move and touch. "Husband, mmmnn Draeseth, please. Mmn, please I need you, nnnmmm husband!" Her hips moved of their own volition as he coaxed moans and pleas out of her with his fingers and mouth.

He didn't stop until she was crying out in a second release and then it was only to loom over her and kiss her breathless as he entered her as she had been begging him to do. Her legs felt weak but she still tried to wrap them around him wanting him, needing him, desperately.

"Reward your champion, woman." He groaned and she kissed the base of his throat urgently, encouraging him to drive himself deeper, his large Torgan cock tight almost unbearably tight inside her at this angle.

"Draeseth, my mmnn please yes!"

Groaning out something in Torgan he pulled back disentangling himself as she tried to keep hold of him, "Woman, I told you..."

"Husband..." Isonei sulked up at him as he grinned down.

"If you cannot remember a simple instruction, wife, I will have to remind you forcibly." Draeseth pulled her to the edge of the bed and turned her over, landing a stinging slap to her ass. He pushed himself back inside and she immediately tried to open herself wider wanting all of him inside.

His purred Torgan response sounded familiar but she couldn't place it. She didn't have the time to think as his hand moved to her full sex and began to apply pressure making her tighten around him. Draeseth immediately pulled his hand away to land another slap on her ass. "If you want me to give you your release instead of a stinging ass, woman-"

The sound of something heavy hitting the wall in the next room startled her.

"You pay attention to me, wife. The sounds I make and nothing else." He moved his hand back to press firmly, beginning to thrust slowly and powerfully with a rhythm that made her clutch the covers on the bed. "Tell me..."

"Draeseth-" She yelped as he landed a sharp blow to her ass cheek. "Husband!"

Pulling her hip tight against his with his other hand he growled, "Tell me you want me to give you your release on my cock woman. Let me hear how much you enjoy me."

"Husband nnmm please! I want mmnn-" Words were impossible, Isonei lapsed into helpless sounds of pleasure as he purred and growled at her in Torgan. When he commanded her in Torgan to milk his cock she wailed out in pleasure, feeling herself contracting and releasing around him as her thighs trembled and waves of painful pleasure took her breath away.

Draeseth massaged her hips, purring in Torgan as she panted catching her breath. "Are you ready to sleep wife or should I tire you further."

"Husband, I don't want you to hang on his gate. I don't want to argue but this isn't something I can-" She stopped speaking as he snarled something furiously and pulled away. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, she chewed the inside of her lip. "I adore you, how can you ask me to-"

"How can I ask my wife to come with me as she promised?"

"You would rather I accede to your wishes and watch you hang?"

"Is that your only concern?" The Torgan advanced on her scowling.

"No, but it is a grave one."

"Do you care for him? This Onsh?"

"I haven't even known him for a day, Draeseth. I like him. He's charming and earnest, and he dances well. But he does not yet have a piece of my heart. You do." Isonei watched his face soften and pressed her face into his hand as he caressed her cheek. "I learned my lesson with Andnaeuth. In this year, no other man will take a piece of my heart."

"What did you tell him? I am certain he tried to seduce you."

"I told him desire is a choice and that I choose to give my desire to you."

"For this year?" His scowl returned.

"Yes. He knows that I am only bound until the-" Isonei's eyes widened as she was pushed down onto the bed and the large Torgan wrapped his hand around her throat, hooking her leg over his hip.

"You will be bound until I release you woman, you are my Duchess. You are loved by the Beast of Kroscur and your Beast requires you at his side." He smiled slowly as she caressed his wrist. "You enjoy my hand around your throat, being at my mercy pleases you. If it is what you require, I will give you no choice in our departure."

"I can't defy the Daga and-" She stopped speaking as he squeezed gently.

"You can't defy me in this position."

"Husband, if I had to be able to defend myself to defy anyone I would be the most obedient woman you've ever met." Isonei gave him a small mischievous smile.

He made an amused sound in his throat. "You can be obedient when you wish to be. In Torga I will ask you to be." Draeseth squeezed her throat gently when she opened her mouth to answer. "Do not argue with me, wife." He exhaled slowly, giving her a speculative look. "I think I require a few moments and a glass of wine before I finish exhausting you, my Isonei. Stay on the bed."

Nodding as he released her, she very tentatively sat up, watching as he picked up her warm cloak and wrapped it around his hips. In his absence she looked to the window and debated wrapping herself in the covers and trying to speak to the men waiting outside. But what could she say? Telling them what Draeseth intended would end with him hanging. Not telling them... she covered her face and took a deep breath.

They had probably already gone back to Onsh-Lothlaerith and told him she had gone in and not come back out. It would be unfortunate to interrupt his time with his father but... she felt strangely conflicted. Part of her wanted to run back to the Daga's house and part wanted to stay to see if Draeseth could truly get her to Torga. Isonei worried the inside of her lip as she tried to think why.

The loud sound of something hitting the wall occurred again and she stared hearing a vicious Torgan muttering following it. The thin walls of an inn... uncurling herself she started to put her feet on the floor. The door abruptly opening made her look over in startlement. Krouth frowned averting his eyes as he entered with a mug; she tried to cover herself with the mussed covers.

"Prince Draeseth had this sent for you, warm spiced wine. He will be a few moments more."

"Thank you Krouth." She took the mug and frowned at the slim Torgan as he turned to leave. "Krouth?"

The man paused. "Yes, Lady Isonei?"

"He's going to get himself killed if he tries to take me through the gate. Please talk to him, he listens to you. I don't want him to hang."

Krouth turned slightly toward her, "Nor do I Lady. I will speak with him."

"Thank you." Isonei took a deep breath and a sip of the spiced wine. The sound came again from the room next door followed by what sounded like cursing. "Krouth?"

The slim Torgan stopped as he was closing the door. "Yes Lady Isonei?"

"What is that sound?"

"An unruly guest is being dealt with; there is no need for you to be concerned. Do you require anything else?" His tone was almost warm.

"No, I don't think so, unless they have some of my father's wine here. I've been wanting a glass of it all evening."

"I will inquire."

"Thank you Krouth." She took another sip and shuddered as he closed the door. The wine tasted terrible but it was at least warming and the room was cold with only the covers to keep her warm. Holding the steaming mug in both hands she continued sipping hoping it would start to taste better but it didn't seem to. The last mouthfuls she drank quickly with a shudder wanting to be done with it.

Isonei curled on the bed waiting, her eyes growing too heavy to keep open. She was in the soft hazy place between sleep and waking when Draeseth returned.

"Isonei?" There was a pause. Opening her eyes to look at him was impossible; she found she couldn't move at all. "She drank all of it?"

"It was warm and the room was cold by Aran standards."

"Forgive me, my Duchess." She felt him stroke her hair. "You left me little choice." He lapsed into Torgan and sleep pulled her down.