Torgan Wine Ch. 22

"The marriage was not what she desired, but royal marriages seldom are based on desire." Burgath offered her a reassuring smile. "She has come to accept her place in Court. Rogath has two lovely daughters he dotes on, Princesses Ror and Kas."

The small plate of confections placed before her gave Isonei an excuse to drop from the conversation and lose herself in her own thoughts. They had no qualms about compelling a woman to remain exclusive while her husband was free to see others, and they saw nothing wrong with forcing a woman into a match or marriage she didn't want and taking her from home and family. Brutish didn't begin to cover that behavior.

She glanced at Draeseth who was enjoying the conversation with his brother. The pair were discussing who she should be introduced to and who she should be kept away from. The feeling that she wanted to go home to Liadith immediately knotted her stomach. It made sense now why he had tried to release her, why they thought she was being forced to go with him. Force was common for them.

"Isonei?" Draeseth sounded concerned as he got her attention. "You look unwell."

"I-I feel unwell." Pushing the plate away she pressed her hands to her face.

"She's had an eventful day, brother. Perhaps you should take her to bed and let her rest."

"Yes." Draeseth was already rising from the table. "My Duchess is delicate, and the journey in the barrel was punishing." He lifted her from her chair and carried her from the room.

In the chamber he brought her to, she was allowed to stand as he undressed her and tucked her, naked, into bed. He followed moments later pulling her close and holding her tightly murmuring soothingly in his rough but beautiful language.

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The morning brought a hushed conversation Isonei tried to escape from, burying her face in her firm pillow. The pillow jerked and she cracked her eyes open with a frown.

"Your nose is cold this morning, wife."

She buried her face in his warm side again with a sigh and a kiss. "You're warm."

He grunted and squeezed her. "Krouth was discussing the contents of your letters with me."

Not bothering to open her eyes she frowned again, "I don't remember letting him read them."

"The scribe read them and spoke of them with Krouth."

"Why? And why does he feel the need to inform you of the content of letters I'd have let you read if you'd wished?"

The Torgan made an amused sound in his throat. "He strives to serve me faithfully and it seems he trusts you as little as you now trust him."

"He's a poisoner, and if he served you faithfully he would have advised you not to defy the Daga."

"He did not poison you." Draeseth prodded her roughly.

"He tampered with the wine." Isonei lifted her head letting him see her displeasure on her face. "Andnaeuth did the same. It took me more than a week to forgive him, longer to accept a drink from him, and he at least was apologetic."

Draeseth's eyes glittered. "Krouth does not have to apologize for serving me as he was asked. I will take the blame for having you poisoned as you insist on calling it." He smiled mirthlessly and rolled to pin her as she narrowed her eyes and tried to pull away. "Woman, you will let me apologize and make amends. You will let me be sweet to you until you forgive me as you did Andnaeuth."

"That isn't going to make me feel differently toward him."

"Lady Isonei, had I known the travel in the barrel would distress you as deeply as it did I would have reconsidered my suggestion." Krouth spoke with a cool formality that sounded more sincere than the soothing voice he had used before. "And I took a great deal of care in measuring the sleeping mixture into your drink. I assure you, I erred on the side of too little to limit any risks to your health."

Peering past Draeseth's shoulder she found the slim Torgan was looking directly at her for once. The man's gaze was piercing and unsettling. Meeting his dark brown eyes for a moment she reluctantly inclined her head and then very clearly enunciated, "Do not. Ever. Do that again. I don't care who asks you to."

"If Prince Draeseth should ask..."

She turned a furious look to the now smirking Prince. "Wife, it may be necessary for your-"

With a jerk of her knee she managed to catch at least some part of his manhood making him curse in Torgan and roll away from her. Quickly, she came out from beneath the covers and moved to stand on the other side of the bed.

"My tongue is not the only sharp part of me, and if you intend to enjoy any softer parts of me, husband, you will promise and have him promise never to tamper with my food or drink again." Isonei glared as he lifted his head and looked at her with a slowly widening grin.

"Woman, you will be on your knees apologizing for that once your temper cools." He turned his amused gaze to Krouth and said something in Torgan to which the man inclined his head.

"I will not tamper with your food or drink again, Lady Isonei."

"Thank you, Krouth." She gave Draeseth another hard look.

"I will not tamper with your food or drink either, woman. Now come here and apologize for being cruel and kicking your husband in his delicate parts." The Torgan was grinning wickedly.

"I will have breakfast brought, your Highness." Krouth departed with impressive speed.

"Delicate parts?" Isonei could feel her annoyance fading in the face of his grin and the amusing idea that the hulking man in front of her would consider his parts delicate.

"If you don't think them delicate you can tell me what you do think them." He gestured emphatically in front of himself still grinning. "As you press those perfect lips to my injuries."

"How did anyone ever mistake you for prudish you wicked beast?"

"Your Beast requires an apology." Draeseth pulled her close as she came within reach, spreading his legs wide and looking up at her as she stood between them. "A thorough apology."

"As thorough as the one I got when you poisoned me and put me in a barrel?" She tried to give him a sour look, crossing her arms, but he began to laugh and she couldn't keep her amusement from her face.

"Woman, I will apologize over and over in any indecent way I can think of until you tire of moaning your forgiveness into my skin." He purred something at her in Torgan as she uncrossed her arms and ran her fingers through the dark hair covering his chest.

"What did you just say?" Isonei caressed his shoulders and chest playfully enjoying the way his hair and skin felt.

"I said, 'That's better wife, be loving to me.'"

Leaning, she kissed his lips with gentle sweetness, letting him deepen the kiss as she massaged the back of his neck. Against his lips as he broke the kiss, she breathed, "I'm loving to you because I adore you, because you hold a piece of my heart. You can't command me to be or compel me to be. I have been frightened and I need your gentleness and consideration as much as your strength, my flower wine."

"I will give everything you require." Draeseth growled softly, "I can learn to be gentle and considerate; I have a sweet-natured wife to show me how."

"You do, and I'm going to take my time showing you how to offer a proper apology." Isonei grinned impishly as he began to groan something breathlessly in Torgan burying and rubbing his face in her breasts. "Will you climb back on the bed? I can show you a way we can both begin our apologies if I can lie next to you."

"Show me." He pulled her with him as he lay back and rolled on the bed.

Pinned under him, she could only laugh as he covered her face in kisses and reached under her with both hands to squeeze her ass. "How can I show you if you're trying to kiss me into submission?"

"I would rather kiss you into submission than be shown." Draeseth grinned turning his attentions to her neck alternating tender, gentle kisses with his thrilling biting ones, making her laugh and writhe.

"Such a wicked husband! You insist I should apologize and then you don't let me."

"I wanted you on your knees to apologize, woman. If you're not on your knees you'll endure my kisses."

Teasing him, she whined, "They're so difficult to endure."

His growled response in Torgan sounded almost surly as his kisses turned to playful bites, making her squeal and try in vain to wriggle out from under his weight. After a moment he released her and rolled onto his back. "Apologize to your husband."

"I'm sorry you're so difficult to endure." Isonei grinned, climbing onto his chest.

The Torgan pinched her thigh returning her grin. "If I have to pray for the strength to endure you, you should have to do the same."

"You poor man, perhaps I should be kinder?" The almost dubious look on his face at her teasing tone made her bend to kiss him. "Should I start with your injured Torgan pride? I'm almost certain I didn't actually hurt you."

He grunted, blushing slightly, "You may start where you desire, but if it's my pride you wish to soothe you should please yourself on my Torgan cock. Watching my Aran wife take her pleasure was more than exquisite."

"Mm, I will husband. As much as it pleased you it pleased me more." The smug pride on his face prompted her to turn around on his chest to tease him. "My apology would be easier on our sides but..." She came onto her hands and knees straddling him, playfully kissing her way from the tip to the base of his impressive cock.

"I wouldn't call this magnificent cock of yours delicate, my husband." Isonei envisioned her breath curling along his dark grey-green skin as she spoke softly, brushing her lips over his shaft. "But your skin is as glorious as the finest velvet and the color so rich..." She took the tip into her mouth moaning around it as she let her tongue tease around the eye and beneath the head.

"Woman..." His hips lifted as he tried to push deeper into her mouth and she felt his hands moving over her hips trying to pull them back.

"If we were on our sides..." she teased, breathing on the thick head of his cock. With a groan and something muttered in Torgan she found herself on her side. Hooking her top leg around his underarm she laughed as he pulled her thigh under his head and began to taste her. "And you can thrust this way."

Isonei stroked his shaft firmly with her now free hand and sucked the head back into her mouth, swirling her tongue as she began to suck. The Torgan's groans against her wet sex felt divine even though he seemed too distracted by her mouth and hands to do his usual skillful job. He thrust shallowly into her mouth as she encouraged him by kneading his hip with her top hand and angling her bottom arm to let her cup and gently massage his balls.

She opened wider as he tried urgently to push more of his large cock into her mouth, letting him into the back of her throat, trying to relax her tongue enough to let him push farther without gagging. Draeseth began to pant and murmur against her sensitive skin as he tilted his hips to thrust more deeply. Trying to control his rhythm, so that she could breathe between his thrusts, with her hand on his hip didn't work for long as his excitement grew.

As his cock throbbed in her mouth and spilled his seed into her throat, he groaned and growled into her folds and began to focus on her pleasure using his tongue and lips. Isonei refrained, for the moment, from teasing him about the fact they were meant to be pleasing each other at the same time, instead she kept herself busy by suckling and massaging his balls. His hips shifted and his top leg came down to hold her head firmly against them.

Her laughter made him mutter and growl as he pulled her tighter to him and began to suck gently on her sensitive nub. As he moved his tongue against it lightly she gasped and moaned letting him hear her pleasure. Draeseth kept up his suckling and the slight movements of his tongue until she was helplessly moaning against his skin. His cock was already hardening again and she began using her lips and tongue to tease before ever so carefully applying her teeth.

The Torgan took it as a cue and applied his own teeth gently to her most sensitive place making her tremble and wail as her skin heated and tingled, the pressure and need for release building relentlessly. He squeezed her ass roughly and groaned resuming his sucking and teasing, pushing her over the edge with excruciating slowness. Isonei wailed again as her release washed over her tingling, pulsating waves that left her feeling drained and blissful.

"Woman, wife... you... your apologies." He took a deep breath and sank his tongue into her soaked sex tasting her with relish. "You can trust I will forgive you for anything if you continue apologizing like that, woman."

"I wasn't done yet, but I might need a few minutes to catch my breath." She grinned against his skin trying not to laugh as he pressed himself more firmly against her and let his tongue delve into her sex again. "Maybe we could have breakfast? I don't want you to accidentally devour me, my beautiful beast." Isonei teasingly began to kiss the base of his large Torgan cock.

"There will be nothing accidental about it, woman." Draeseth growled, clearly enjoying himself. "I will put you on the table and-"

The sound of Krouth clearing his throat pointedly made Draeseth uncurl himself from her in a fury, snarling in Torgan. Whatever the man answered stopped him in his tracks. He began to argue and Krouth bowed his head saying something quietly. The Torgan Prince barked an order and his servant moved quickly fetching his clothes.

"Have your breakfast, wife. I will rejoin you shortly."

"What's wrong?" Isonei perched on the edge of the bed looking at him with concern and he stalked back to kiss her urgently.

"Eat and wait here for me." He touched her face gently, letting his fingers lightly move down her face as they had the first night they'd met, as if he were trying to memorize her face. "Do not leave this room."