Torgan Wine Ch. 37

Closing her eyes she rubbed her temples. "I suppose that's true."

"Mes, help her Grace to bed. I will finish here."

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Isonei was roused from a sound sleep as Draeseth came to bed. His breath as he murmured in Torgan and pressed lustful kisses to the back and side of her neck smelled strongly of wine. She considered chiding him or trying to push him away but from the sound of him, he wasn't in any condition to follow through with sex.

Allowing him to rub her and grind his semi-flaccid cock against her until he fell asleep might help to keep them from quarreling again. Isonei waited patiently and it wasn't long before he was snoring into her ear. Gently she disentangled herself and quietly found her slippers and robe where she'd left them in the dark, leaving him to sleep.

In the main room, she found Krouth picking up Draeseth's discarded clothes by the light of a small lamp. He nearly stumbled when he saw her.

"Shhh." She held up a finger to her lips. "He's snoring. I think he drank too much."

"His father encourages him to." Krouth inclined his head and continued tidying up. "His snoring woke you?"

"No, his kisses and rubbing did. He doesn't have the ability at the moment, but he was very much in the mood for sex. When he stopped and started snoring in my ear I managed to slip away."

"His Highness will be apologetic in the morning."

She tilted her head slightly, it was more likely he'd be in a sour mood with a throbbing head. "Tea to ease the pain in his head and stomach would be good to have for him, and if the Munian cook would make sweet batter cakes and eggs that are boiled very, very hard. My brothers always asked for those when they had too much to drink."

"I will, your Grace." He looked at her with a hint of amusement. "I have noticed you are usually sparing with your wine, except your father's."

"Every sip is like being home, Krouth." Isonei rubbed her neck and sighed, "I've never liked the feeling of being drunk, so I don't drink that much."

The sound of Draeseth's snoring grew louder, making them both glance at the partly cracked door.

"Do you wish me to make a bed for you in the study? There is a backless sofa that might suffice."

"No, that would upset him. I would like to stay out here until he stops snoring like that, though." She glanced around for a moment, "He said I could write to my father and I do need to write both Prince Ougath and Lord Vigrim thank you notes... Before you go back to bed perhaps I could have paper and a pen? And which room is the study?"

Krouth dropped the clothes he'd gathered on a chair and beckoned to her taking her into a room near the servant's chamber. He lit the lamps and arranged paper, ink, and an Aran pen for her on the desk. "Someone should stay awake with you, your Grace."

"You're tired and I don't want to wake Mes. Go back to bed. I'll be fine." Isonei gave him warm smile and settled into the chair. "I'll go back to bed when I've finished writing my letters. And I do know how to blow out lamps. I'll do that when I go."

He offered a shallow bow and left her alone in the room.

A letter her father might actually receive... It would be read before it was sent, she was sure of that. She began to pen it carefully. Assurances that she was well and hopes that he and her brothers were also, would be a good place to start. It was easy to slip in the hope that the priestess of Maeralya had offered him soothing words in her absence, as the woman had given to Isonei before she departed Ara.

She desperately wanted to apologize, even though the slip of paper had said all was forgiven. Thinking was becoming a little harder as she grew sleepy again. The memory of her father buying special purple striped silk for Ivorith's mother to make flowers out of by way of an apology flitted across her mind and she wrote of wanting to find similar fabric to send for her mothers to make flowers out of. And perhaps he could share them with the Dagas to help them know she was well. Very briefly she mentioned that she was only permitted to write to her father, and could not tell them herself.

Setting the pen on the holder she re-read what she'd written and tried to think of more, closing her eyes for just a moment.

Draeseth startled her awake as he tried to lift her head and shoulders from the desk. "Let me put you in bed, wife."

Isonei wrapped her arms around his neck and yawned letting him cradle her and carry her back to the bedroom. "I meant to come back to bed."

"Krouth told me. He also said I snored so loudly you could not sleep and when you saw him tidying my things you asked him to arrange a breakfast for me that would soothe my head and stomach." He sounded amused. "A Torgan wife would have done the opposite to punish me for waking her and having drunk too much."

"If you wanted a Torgan wife you should have looked for one." She gave him an annoyed look as he laid her on the bed and positioned himself to lay on top of her.

"I enjoy having an Aran wife. A soft, forgiving woman suits me." Draeseth kissed her face with a smile.

"Mm, then maybe you'll rub my neck and back? I think falling asleep at the desk was a bad idea."

He laughed in his throat and rose onto his knees tugging her nightdress off and letting her roll over. "I will rub you as often as you wish." Straddling her hips, he began to massage her neck bending to kiss her shoulders as he moved lower. His strong hands rubbing her back felt divine as he slid them up her spine and brought them down her sides again and again before his touch became more of a caress.

As she gave him a contented sigh he moved back slightly and brought his hands to her hips, beginning to massage and knead them. She felt him move between her legs pushing them apart as he worked himself lower rubbing her thighs and down to her calves. When he reached her feet he rubbed them for a moment and then pressed down on her soles with his fists drawing a soft moan out of her.

Murmuring something in Torgan, he began rubbing his way back up with more pressure, taking time to knead her legs firmly. Draeseth pushed them further apart as he massaged her hips more forcefully, pulling her against his thighs before he used his fists to press down on her tailbone and pushed them slowly up her back along her spine.

Her long low moan made him laugh in his throat and he bent to kiss and caress her back again, returning his hands to her hips and lifting them, angling them to let him rub the thick head of his cock against her sex teasingly.

She couldn't help herself, after his affectionate rubbing she wanted him inside her. "Mmm, yes, please."

Draeseth's low growling groan as he began pushing inside was as delicious as the way it felt to have his large cock sinking into her eager sex. He pulled back, bringing her onto her knees and keeping her shoulders pressed down as he entered her again, pushing deeper.

"Woman, should I reward you for making me wake alone?" His tone was teasing.

Pressing back and bracing herself on her forearms she tried to roll her hips in his grip. "Mm, reward me for not poking you until you stopped snoring." She squealed as he landed a sharp slap to her ass and tightened around him.

Grinding himself deeper, he laughed softly, "Use your little blue fingers, woman. Give your husband what he needs."

"I like it better when-" Isonei whimpered and arched her back as he landed another.

Thrusting smoothly and powerfully, he purred at her, "You should not argue with your husband." The sound of a man calling into their rooms made him begin to curse in Torgan.

"Ask him to come back later?"

"Rogath does not wait patiently." He didn't slow and she pressed her fingers to her most sensitive spot.

She turned her head to frown at him, "We only get once a day and I don't want to be rushed!"

He barked a laugh and landed another sharp blow to her ass, bellowing something in response to his brother. The raucous laughter told her that more than one of his brothers was waiting in the main room. Draeseth adjusted his grip on her hips and moved his hand under hers pressing firmly.

Isonei tried to stifle her moan, pressing her face into the covers.

"Let me hear your pleasure, woman. Give me a reason to linger." He began to rub in just the right way making her pant and moan helplessly.

"Wicked, you are so wicked." She angled her hips and pressed back wanting to feel all of him inside her as he purred in his language and increased his speed. "Mmmn, more! I, mmnn, yes! Draeseth!"

Draeseth pulled away and dragged her to the edge of the bed landing another two smacks to her ass that made her laugh and squeal before he pushed back inside, letting her put her knee on the bed and open wider. The way he groaned as he pushed his entire length into her had Isonei panting as much as the feeling of having him so deep and snug inside her. He squeezed her hips as she bore down on him.

Slipping her hand beneath herself she gave herself the little bit of pressure she needed to put herself over the edge as he thrust and ground as deeply as he could. Her thighs trembled and the almost painful pressure and tingling heat gave way to pulsing pleasure as her muscles contracted and released. Draeseth's sounds of enjoyment drowned out her own as she felt him throbbing inside her.

He stayed in place for a moment massaging her hips and back. "My perfect jewel... bedding you only once a day is a hardship."

"There are other things we can do, and it isn't a permanent restriction..." The thought of staying crossed her bliss-filled mind for a moment.

A sharp rapping came on the partly open bedroom door and he pulled away. "I will send Krouth in with water for you to wash." Draeseth dressed hurriedly as she watched, claiming a kiss before he left the room.