Torgan Wine Ch. 27

"Mmm, I like this one too, my flower wine, but I want to be in your lap." Breathing her words against his lips, "I want it to take hours. If you can find the patience, I know you have the stamina."

"You were in my lap the first night, woman, and it did not take long." He grinned down at her wickedly.

"This will be different, and I will be wrapped around you," she returned his grin with deliberate coquetry, "your pretty blue and silver belt."

He captured her lips again before reluctantly pulling away, "I will give you all you desire, wife."

"Sit up straight and proud," caressing his thighs as he positioned his legs and sat tall, she bent and moaned softly as she kissed her way from the base to the tip of his magnificent member. "Hold me as I wrap myself around you." Isonei moved into his lap letting herself sink onto his dark Torgan cock and embracing him. She pressed lustful kisses to the base of his throat as she shifted her hips.

"Woman, you feel..." Draeseth groaned helplessly and clutched her to himself, lapsing into Torgan.

"Like this it's intimate." Her hands moved over his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck. "Loving and tender, my flower wine. Just closeness, sensation, and pleasure."

Losing herself in his kiss; in the soft, loving murmurs of Torgan that fell from his lips as she took her time, working them both slowly toward climax and backing away from it over and over again, until she was breathless and desperate for release. The painfully delicious pressure had built inside until she thought she might burst from it, as if she were being filled too full and pricked by a thousand needles before something inside her gave, making her gasp for breath and wail out in pleasure as she trembled and waves of pleasure washed over her. Her skin felt heated and cooled all at once and the prickling feeling became an amazing tingling from her head to her toes as everything inside her seemed to pulsate, contracting and releasing again and again.

Draeseth's hands moved over her as he purred in Torgan, his cock still throbbing and spilling his seed inside her.

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Isonei tried to bury her head under her pillow as the morning sun fell across her face. Her pillow laughed softly and she peered sleepily up at the large Torgan as he rolled her onto her back and climbed on top to kiss her face.

"Woman, you have been holding me all night as if you expected me to run away. I think you might want to reconsider leaving my side for half the year," Draeseth teased and smoothed the hair away from her face.

"Mmm, see what happens when you take your time and give your desire tenderly, my flower wine?"

"I do." His face split in a grin, "I have a sweet and sleepy wife afterward."

"An appreciative sweet and sleepy wife." She smiled back at him and stroked his cheeks, delighting to find them rough. "Your cheeks are rough!"

He began to laugh lowering his head to press his face to hers. "The way it pleases you, woman."

"It's so strange and fascinating; I've never felt it before on anyone but you." The pleased grunt he made as he rubbed his cheek against hers playfully sent her into a fit of giggles.

"The sound of a well pleased wife is one I wish to wake to always."

"You do know how to please a wife; I think you can arrange that easily enough, my loving husband."

"I will labor at it for as many hours as my demanding wife requires." He trailed his biting kisses down the side of her neck.

"Demanding?!" Isonei tried to wriggle out from under him as he laughed, keeping her in place easily.

"How did any other man ever manage to satisfy you, woman? For a creature so delicate you have stamina in bed that soldiers would envy."

"Bed may be the one place we are perfectly matched, my beautiful Draeseth. No one has ever pleased me as well as you do."

"Let me please you again, with you on your back for me this time, woman." He wrapped her legs around his hips.

Teasing him, she donned a mock pout, "You always want me on my back, that's so dull husband. There are so many more-" Half moaning half whimpering as he entered without further warning, her legs tightened around him.

"You cannot call it dull when all it takes is the feeling of me inside you to make you moan out in pleasure."

"You are wicked and impatient." She couldn't help but smile at his eagerness.

"The way you feel, so snug around me, woman, taking my time is an exercise of will." He braced his arms on either side of her, slowly and powerfully working his length in.

"My magnificent mmnn..."

Draeseth looked down at her with desire lighting his dark eyes as she ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders. "Woman... you are mine. Tell me."

"I am yours, mmnn my Draeseth, my magnificent Draeseth!" Isonei felt breathless, pinned beneath him he seemed larger, stronger. Bearing down on him, she shifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

"If you continue squeezing me," he breathed, slowing and bending his head to kiss her hungrily.

"Don't stop, please, mmnn. Please!"

He purred in Torgan resuming his powerful thrusts less slowly, lowering his mouth to her skin and leaving deliciously sharp biting kisses. "You want your Beast this morning, my Duchess? Tell me."

"Yes, mmnn my magnificent Beast, I want you!" The depth and intensity of his movements made her pant, and when he lifted himself to pull her legs onto his shoulders and pin her again she moaned wantonly.

"Put your fingers to work, give your Beast what he needs." Draeseth growled down at her.

Pressure was all she needed, his movements and the hot desire on his face made her tremble, each firm, driving thrust he made pushing her closer to release. He purred something at her in Torgan half closing his eyes as she bore down, arching her back. When he ground his hips against hers trying to get as deep as he could, she found herself breathlessly contracting and releasing around him, gripping his arm with her free hand.

It wasn't as strong as the world shattering climax the night before but it was enough to make her feel limp and giddy. Her face was as flushed as his as he gently moved her legs from his shoulders and pinned her beneath himself again, kissing her face.

"You cannot tell me you did not enjoy being on your back."

"I was never very fond of it, but with you it can be enjoyable." Isonei laughed softly at his exultant grin and caressed his face. "How can a man so wicked be so beautiful?"

"You are the only one who finds me so beautiful."

"But not the only one who finds you so wicked?" She teased, pressing soft kisses to his lips.

The sound of a table being laid in the next room made her glance behind him half expecting to see Krouth.

"I told them not to bring anything until I called for it. I did not wish to be disturbed." Draeseth's face soured and he rose from the bed naked to stalk into the other room. A startled squeak and a brief conversation in Torgan and he came back in, flushed, to pull on his clothes that were still lying in the floor. "Lislora has questions about the celebration tonight. She brought the breakfast believing we would be finished by now."

"I had hoped to bathe with you before dressing." Isonei wrinkled her nose slightly. "We could both use a good wash and I want to see you scrubbed properly."

"You will have to wait, my soap loving wife. I enjoy being washed by you but word has arrived that Ougath and Adareth will be joining us to celebrate. They were to leave early this morning to arrive in time for dinner."

"How did the messenger travel so quickly?" She asked curiously, coming to lean against his shoulders from behind and kiss the back of his neck as he sat on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots.

"The messengers were birds." He turned with amusement and pulled her into his lap. "They fly quickly between Keeps." Brushing her hair back from her face and off of her shoulder to look at the marks he'd left on her neck, he leaned to kiss her. "Do you wish to help plan?"

"I would love to!" Isonei beamed at him and then giggled as his hand strayed to her breasts and he leaned for another kiss. "Will you be able to contain yourself long enough?"

"Only if you dress modestly, woman."

"Are any of my dresses here or do I need to return to my room?" She managed to murmur between his lustful kisses.

"I think I would prefer you to wait in my bed for me."

Lislora's voice came from the other room, a frosty question in their indecipherable language.

Draeseth barked an answer and pressed his face against hers. "Go dress, I will show you the Duke's door."

Pulling on her chemise she let him lead her through the room where Lislora was waiting, with eyes averted, to the one that held the door. It looked like a piece of furniture, like the wooden doors of a tall cupboard, and opened through the same in her own rooms. She dressed as hurriedly as she could with all of the layers required, choosing a plain black overdress and pulling a comb through her hair, leaving it down.

Stepping back through the doors she found the two Torgans seated at the table stiffly as though they had been arguing. Draeseth's face softened as he looked at her, "You should put your hair up when I ask you to dress modestly, my Duchess."

"You don't like Aran twists, and I don't know how to braid." Isonei gave him a rueful smile. "I thought you liked my hair down? I seem to recall you trying to make me go to dinner with my King that way."

"Summon a maid to braid it." Lislora snapped. "It looks slovenly."

"You roused us from my bed when I asked not to be disturbed." Draeseth glowered at the woman. "She is permitted to have her hair down in my chambers. I intended to have breakfast with her alone."

"Be kind." Placing a hand on Draeseth's shoulder Isonei gave him a wan smile. "It has not been long since you kissed her and I tried to give you to her." The Torgan's face soured as she continued, "She cares for you and this is not easy for her. Think of how you would feel in her position."

"In her position I would kill you in cold blood, but she is not as harsh as I am." He gestured for her to sit in a chair between them.

"No, Krouth says this was not her choice. You pressed her. I find it difficult to believe as pleased as she seems to be with you." Lislora looked at the food on the table with a scowl to rival Draeseth's.

"In the bedroom he and I are very well matched. It's outside of it we are ill suited." Isonei took hold of Draeseth's hand as he glowered at the Torgan woman. "The two of you are well suited outside of the bedroom." His dark gaze shifted to her. "Inside it you have not yet had the chance to find out."

"Nor will we my Duchess." He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the backs of her fingers. "Just as Andnaeuth will never have the chance to discover if you would make a good Queen."

"Queen?" Lislora looked up, stunned.

"Andnaeuth is the Crown Prince of Ara." Isonei offered her a small smile. "I wanted to have them both. Andnaeuth was very agreeable to that, but someone," she glanced to Draeseth, "is jealous and very-"

"Andnaeuth is a fool for being willing to share you. He deserved to have you stolen." Bringing her hand to his lips again he nipped her fingers.

"I think you enjoy it when he calls you 'your beastliness.'" She made a face at him and he barked a laugh.

"I will turn you over my knees, woman." He began filling his plate and frowned. "Why is there nothing here my wife can eat?"

Isonei looked at the food in surprise. The sliced fruit was laid on top of sliced meat and the breakfast rolls had small bits of meat as well. "Swine? In all of it?" She eyed at Lislora with disappointment.

The Torgan woman had the grace to look embarrassed, "The fruit..."

"Was on the unclean meat. I can't eat it." There was a long uncomfortable silence. "I suppose the first thing to discuss for the celebration tonight will be where my food is to be cooked. The expensive meat you favor will be served, I have no doubt, but I need to know that my food will be clean."

Lislora's face was flushed. "I will fetch clean food for you at once." She rose and nearly bolted for the door.

After the Torgan woman left, Draeseth took hold of her hand again. "I would have you make a promise to me, my Isonei."

Looking at him with a faint frown she squeezed his hand, "What would you ask?"

"I would have you stop saying we are ill suited and try to be happy with me. I know that you are not ambitious, and that you would as soon be my Duchess as his Queen, but it pains me to hear you say someone else would be better suited... to either of us." He looked at her with a grimly set mouth and his dark eyes were hard.

"As you wish husband, I will give you my word. I don't want to cause you pain."

His face softened, "I will do all I can to make you a happy wife. I love you."

"I do love you, Draeseth." She gave him a small smile. "Perhaps you could try to be more yourself to put people at their ease? I don't mind frugality, and I encourage respectfulness."

He made a pleased sound in his throat. "Eating beef, chicken, and lamb would be frugal."

"Would it be frugal to stop cooking with capers?" Isonei put on an exaggeratedly hopeful face.

"If it means you will eat your food, yes." Pushing back his chair he pulled her into his lap. "Is that why you barely touched your food last night?"

"I loathe the wine sauces you favor, and I have always hated capers." She pressed her face to his as he began to smile.

"I need to find food that will put meat back on your bones my Duchess. You have been growing thinner."

"I wish you had shellfish here. Or Aran spices."

"My father's court is near a lake, when Ailzem begins we will go and you may enjoy the fish he serves."

"Fish...mmmm," she buried her face in his neck.

His laughter jostled her on his lap, "You moan at the thought of fish the way you moan with your lips on my cock. I will find a way to give you foods you enjoy."

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The remainder of the day was spent with Lislora, bustling around the house and supervising the plans that they had decided on. The menu had been easy. Isonei had paid attention when Ialath's mother had made plans and a fine Aran dinner had very specific courses. Delicate appetizers made from local cheeses, tartlets, puffs, and the delicate sponge-like wafers that had been a staple at parties and celebrations in her father's house were being made. A smooth and creamy vegetable soup that had prompted some grousing from the cooks, and several courses of meats. The desserts would be served at the table in the Torgan manner instead of being made available for guests during the entertainments.

It was decadent by Torgan standards, requiring more labor than they were accustomed to. Aran feasts had more courses than their Torgan counterparts. The decorations, however, were solidly Torgan. Lislora ordered the hanging of wedding tapestries and the finer dishes and cups were brought out for use.

She was also was very insistent that there was no need to arrange musicians for dancing. When Isonei asked what there would be for entertainment, the Torgan woman looked deeply amused. There would be singing and storytelling, she was assured.

The two Torgan Princes arrived in the late afternoon and Isonei insisted that there be bath water drawn for them so that they could be clean and refreshed before dinner. Her own wash was hurried and she had already begun to dress herself when the maids came bustling in to help.

Draeseth had asked for her to be put into one of her newer gowns, one of dark grey with a wide swath of black floral applique down the middle, the open throat carefully stitched closed. Her hair was put into a crowning braid and the black cloth pinned into place. She beamed as he came through the Duke's door dressed in a tunic that matched her dress.

"I have a gift for you, my Duchess." He returned her smile indulgently. "I would have you wear it tonight."

"A gift? I don't have one for you!"

"You can apologize to me tonight in bed." His dark eyes glittered, "I want to see my gift on you, my jewel. To have you know it is yours and to see you wear it proudly."

Krouth entered through the door of her room with the box she remembered from Leria. The Kroscur carcanet. Isonei watched Draeseth incredulously as he lifted it out and brought it toward her. It felt heavier than before as he placed it around her neck.

He purred in Torgan and then kissed the top of her head and said proudly, "The most beautiful woman in all of Torga, the Duchess of Kroscur, by my side. No man is prouder or more joyful tonight, wife."

She caressed his hand as it rested on her shoulder. "Are you wearing your knife?"

"Always. I do not part with it." Draeseth pressed another kiss into the top of her head and then helped her to her feet. "If you wish I will allow you to accompany Lislora the next time she ventures into the markets to find a gift, or to commission one. She can give you any advice you may need."

"I would like that!" Isonei smiled up at him as she was helped to her feet. "She's very clever."

"Come my Duchess, we have guests eager to greet you."

Draeseth's brothers and a number of well dressed men and women, some in open necked gowns, were waiting at the foot of the wide staircase that was rarely used. Isonei smiled warmly holding Draeseth's arm as they descended, Krouth stood at the top speaking loudly what sounded like a list of Draeseth's titles, when she heard the name Ernelis she realized he must be speaking her title as well. She nearly stumbled as he spoke the name Liadith.

"It was a title you held," the Torgan at her side murmured, "and an important one."

"One that should not be used if the Daga no longer claims me."

"You are not claiming to be his; only that you were."

Stopping shortly before reaching the bottom he addressed the gathered people in a loud voice and rested his hand on top of hers. She couldn't understand the words, but it seemed like a welcome. When he finished there was a loud response from the men and the women smiled at her.

Ougath gave her an amused look as she was led down to the group. "You may need to tell your wife what you said, brother. She looks slightly baffled." He came forward to clasp Draeseth's arm and the younger man with him followed on his heels. "Welcome to Torga, Duchess." He smiled and offered an almost imperceptible bow.

"Thank you Prince Ougath. He said he was going to teach me Torgan but I think he enjoys having me look to him for explanations." Isonei returned his smile and glanced at Draeseth's wryly amused smile.

"I have never seen a woman more beautiful than your Duchess, brother." The young man next to Ougath was tall but seemed to be on the slim side for a Torgan, though he shared Rogath's reddish hair. He looked at her as if he expected her to bite him.

Isonei gave him a warm smile. "You must be Prince Adareth? Burgath spoke very highly of you and your poetry."

His eyes widened slightly, "A very familiar way to speak of him." He glanced to Draeseth and looked less nervous.

"He reminds her of her brothers and he treats her in a warm brotherly way." Draeseth's tone was one of amused resignation, and he smiled down at her. "My Duchess was accustomed to a large family, six brothers and five sisters. Having no family here, she enchanted Burgath so completely he beams when she compares him favorably to her brothers."

"He was very kind when I was ill; I adore him as I do the brothers of my House." Looking back to the puzzled Prince in front of her she smiled again, "I hope to find you as kind; I always wanted a younger brother."

Draeseth laughed in his throat as Adareth flushed and offered a shallow bow before hurrying away. "I think he expected you to fall madly in love with him."