Torgan Wine Ch. 45

His gaze was hot and his hands gripped her hips firmly. "Wash me, wife. I need your appreciative hands and lips. You are the only one who has ever looked at me and seen a man she desired above all others."

"I'm not." Her gentle, lingering kiss made him groan and she murmured breathily against his lips, "If she hasn't lost her courage, your second Duchess wants to reward her Prince as much as I do. She has cared for you since you were both young and she cherished the secret of your sweet nature that I stumbled across in Ara." Isonei watched his flush rise. "She wants to learn how to make you look at her as you look at me; she aches to have your desire."

"Mezaldir would bow to you on matters of temptation, woman."

"Both of your Duchesses want to show you their appreciation, one of them you can..." The groaning murmur of Torgan that came from him made her trail off with a smile. "I'll finish washing you and whether or not she's kept her courage, I'll make certain you feel well rewarded, my champion."

Despite the cool water, he was impressively hard as she took her time washing every nook and cranny she could reach, caressing him as much as she was washing him and continually coming back to stroke his shaft and tease the tip of his magnificent cock with her tongue. When he'd had enough teasing he lifted her out of the water and carried her dripping to the bedroom, despite her protests that there were towels.

The bedroom was warm, and Draeseth stopped short as he stepped into it. Lislora was seated on the edge of the bed tugging the throat of her gown open. She looked startled at the way they were dripping.

Isonei wriggled in his grip and he placed her on the floor, with a tentative glance. She made it a point to beam at the Torgan woman. "I told you he gets impatient. I think he has an aversion to towels."

The large Torgan next to her made a loud sound of amusement in his throat. "Go back and fetch the towels then, woman."

Ducking under his arm, she smacked his firm ass before bolting to the washing room to fetch the towels. Isonei took a moment to dry herself, giving them time to talk. Mes slipped in with a curious look to change the padding on her small clothes before giving them back to her and offering her the Aran chemise again.

Taking Draeseth's towel with her, Isonei made a small lap of the main room before going back to the bedroom. The pair of Torgans were at the edge of the bed with their faces pressed together whispering. She watched silently for a moment until she was noticed.

"You spend too much time with servants, my Isonei. You wait like one." Draeseth reached out his hand for the towel, looking her over with some disapproval.

"I didn't want to interrupt. The two of you looked so adorable together." Putting on an impish smile she flicked the towel's edge at his legs. He grabbed it without difficulty.

"She does not need to learn how to provoke me." His eyes glittered as he tried to scowl.

"I want to make sure you can tell us apart!" Isonei fluttered her lashes and a laugh escaped from Lislora. The Torgan woman covered her mouth in embarrassment.

"Even Mezaldir would direct you to a temple for reclamation, woman. He would not be able to endure your teasing."

Laughing, Isonei walked around him to the bed and climbed onto it stretching out. "I'm cold. You should dry off and come lie down."

"It is unbearably hot!" Lislora turned and gave her a baffled look. In response, Isonei reached out and touched her hand. "How can you be cold?" The Torgan woman started to rub her hand with a frown.

"He likes cold baths. Fortunately, embracing him is like embracing an oven. If I don't freeze before he decides to get into bed."

Lislora turned back to Draeseth and spoke sharply to him, gesturing to Isonei and then the fire.

"If you took off your dress you would not be too warm." He folded his arms. "She would not have allowed the bath to be drawn so cold if she could not bear it, and I do not complain when she heats the room until it feels more like Ara than Torga."

"I think he secretly likes warm rooms. I know he's learned to enjoy bathing and sometimes even in warm water." Rolling onto her back Isonei looked at him with a grin.

"You call me a kitten but you are the one who most resembles it." Draeseth uncrossed his arms and finished rubbing himself with the towel. "Why did you put your chemise back on?"

"I need the small clothes and I thought the sight of the chemise might disturb you less. If you want a naked beauty in your bed you'll have to help Duchess Lislora feel comfortable enough to undress."

He moved closer to Lislora with a faint smile and touched her face before dropping his hand to the fasteners. Isonei saw her stiffen slightly.

"You move too fast. Try sitting next to her and kissing her. Stroke her arms and her back; let her feel how much affection you have for her. Do you remember how we sat and talked in your rooms at the Festival? Let her be the one to unfasten her dress when she feels ready, or let her ask you to do it."

Isonei stayed put, watching as he obeyed and they began to kiss, tentatively at first, but with growing passion. After a few moments, she was almost certain they had forgotten about her. Lislora pulled at the fasteners of her gown and Draeseth yanked it opened, drawing a gasp from the woman and making her flush. The way Lislora pounced, burying her hands in his black hair and kissing him urgently, Isonei knew she'd enjoyed it.

Draeseth wrenched at her under layers and pulled her into his lap. At the point when Isonei began to doubt any teaching was needed, he laid Lislora back onto the bed and began to try to enter.

"Not like that."

Both Torgans looked startled and she grinned at them. "The passion is there, the knowledge isn't. You'll be halfway inside her and asking her to give you what you need if no one interrupts you."

"What..." Lislora licked her lips and stroked Draeseth's arm, "What does he need?"

"Your release." Isonei smiled wryly as the woman looked baffled. "When you please yourself what do you call that feeling of ecstasy that you get as you finish?"

The Torgan woman frowned and looked even more confused.

"Torgan women are not encouraged to please themselves. Many do not know how." Draeseth looked down at the naked woman in front of him with a bemused smile as he ran his hands over her hips. "That it is common with Arans is not something we discuss openly. Women should be protected from such... depravity."

With a sigh, Isonei covered her face. "And you wonder why Torgan women aren't joyful in bed. If they don't know how to please themselves how can they tell you how they need to be touched. It makes them harder to please!"

Lislora frowned and looked as if she wanted to protest.

"I have become accustomed to the way my Isonei takes her pleasure as she gives me mine." Draeseth massaged Lislora's hips as he rubbed himself against her sex. "It would please me if you learned."

"You should be the one to teach her how, Draeseth." Isonei grinned folding her hands and settling her chin on them. "You'll be the first to ever give her her release. You should take your time and do it properly. Do you need yours first so that you can find your patience?"

"You cannot bear to be excluded." His smirk as he gestured for her to come closer made her want to pinch him.

"Get on the bed and lie back? I offered to show Lislora some of what I do that you enjoy so much. She won't be able to learn very much if I'm on my back and teasing you from beneath, the way I prefer."

As he pulled away from Lislora and climbed next to her on the bed laying back among the pillows, the Torgan woman asked, "How did you learn it?"

"One of my lovers had enjoyed it before and asked me to try it. I think most women prefer to have a man on his back or side. But the way I like to do it he can look and touch more easily." Isonei tried not to laugh as Lislora flushed. "You need to be able to keep some focus on what you're doing. I would suggest learning to show him your appreciation for his form in more common ways before you get adventurous."

Isonei began to kiss her way up Draeseth's leg offering playful nips on occasion, as Lislora watched. When she began kissing his hip and stroking his impressive shaft, the Torgan woman drew a breathless groan from him by imitating what she'd done, lingering over his inner thigh.

"If you're afraid to use your mouth or if, like Kresh, you feel it's too submissive, your hands can give him a great deal of pleasure. You can be firm when you stroke his shaft, but remember that there's more to him than that." Isonei slipped her hand lower to caress his balls making his head drop back. "Here you should be more gentle when you massage and squeeze them, some men like them very gently pulled. And behind them..." She almost laughed as he groaned something in Torgan and Lislora's eyes widened. "You'll have to tell me what he said, he never does. Pressing firmly and rubbing behind his balls is something that should feel very nice."

Draeseth purred something and Lislora moved between his legs. "Show me how to do that."

Guiding Lislora's hand, Isonei showed her. "You can tell if you're doing it right by listening to his sounds and," as if on cue his excitement began to drip down his thick dark shaft, "and by that." Leaning over his hip, she tasted him and moaned softly as she wrapped her lips around the thick head of his Torgan cock, teasing with her tongue and suckling gently.

"How does it... how does it taste?" Lislora looked relieved when she opened her mouth and released his cock to answer.

"I like the taste of him, there is a very faint bitterness but... would you like to try? The most important thing to remember is to enjoy him and yourself. You want him to feel your enjoyment and your affection."

The Torgan woman looked nervous at first as she gently licked and tasted Draeseth, slowly settling into a comfortable position to suckle and kiss as her hands stilled on his shaft. Isonei curled close to his thigh and tried to take over stroking. It seemed to remind Lislora she was meant to be doing something with her hands while she enjoyed him with her mouth. It was clear she wanted his shaft to herself so Isonei dropped her hand to caress his balls as Lislora did most of the work. It wasn't long before Draeseth groaned something and placed his hands on Lislora's head holding her in place as his hips rocked subtly.

When he released her, Isonei watched as she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and looked at him in bafflement. They had a brief conversation in Torgan, both looking flushed but not unhappy. Lislora glanced to her as if remembering she was there and immediately murmured something to Draeseth.

"She does not think she can allow me to taste her if you are present." Draeseth frowned and looked to her as well as if he expected her to protest.

"I know you can do that very well without any instruction from me. Afterward, is when I worry you might want me to offer suggestions. Will you remember to keep her hips below your own? That helps with your size. And make sure she tells you if it feels good or if the position isn't quite right. Some horrible woman told her she should pretend to be pleased."

"I will pay careful attention." His face softened with amusement. "Take a dress with you, I do not wish you to freeze."

"I may lie back down for a bit." The thought that his armor covered the sofa occurred to her and she tilted her head as she rose from the bed. It would spoil things to ask him to move it all. Mes could probably help.

"You can," Lislora hesitated, "You can sleep in my bed if you wish."

"Thank you. I was going to have Mes help me move the armor, but a bed would be nicer." She gave Lislora a warm smile before slipping into the closet. Isonei could hear a murmured Torgan conversation as she found a dress and her underlayers, taking a Torgan chemise and warm stockings as well.

Draeseth's knife caught her eye. It was laid on the top of one of his chests. That he didn't wear it with his armor felt like something important. Gathering her things in her arms, she wished again that she could talk to Arissa. Hurrying out, she slipped past the two kissing Torgans on the bed and pulled the door closed behind her.

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Isonei curled in a chair for a time reading the translation of the Book of Truths until she felt sleepy and decided to retire. The Torgans seemed to prefer admonitions and commands to entertaining tales, but while the book was not nearly as interesting as the Aran myths, the morals were similar.

The study was cold compared to the main room. After a short while of fidgeting in bed, she rose and returned to the warmer room. Mes was sitting at the table looking over the Book of Truths and offered her a confused smile as she entered.

"I thought you wanted to sleep?"

"It's too cold. The bed is comfortable enough but too small for Draeseth to share with her. I think I'll be sleeping here on the sofa if she moves into my room permanently." Isonei frowned at the armor covering the piece of furniture at the moment. "Do you think with two of us we could move the chairs in front of the bedroom door instead, to keep them from being disturbed, and have someone take his armor to be cleaned?"

"I would be scolded sharply if I let you try, your Grace." Mes smiled, dimpling at her.

Settling into one of the remaining chairs, Isonei slumped over the arm. "How was the journey to the Kroscur?"

"It was... unpleasant. Prince Draeseth hasn't been happy with the amount of time I spend with Xagorath, and he isn't pleased with the familiarity you and I have. He also made it clear that if I'm given my freedom I'm expected to stay and serve you in an appropriate manner. If he doubts that I will, he will keep me despite your objections. Being a trusted servant, as Krouth is, has benefits and certain freedoms, I am to give that a great deal of thought." The Munian woman sent a frigid look to the closed bedroom door.

"I will not allow you to remain a slave. I will find a way to get you home, Mes."

"Even if you persuaded him to free me, it would take money to see me safely home. Xagorath has spent most of his on coming here and making certain he could win over the King's cooks to be near me."

Frowning into the middle distance, Isonei nodded slowly. "I don't have money of my own. But what jewelry is mine I'm willing to sell to see you safely home. Any and all of it, with the exception of Aunt Illion's ring."

"I'll tell him. The Lerian may be able to arrange something. You would have to find a way to take it out to him, if I were caught..." Mes swallowed and glanced again to the still closed bedroom door.

"Of course. There has to be some way to get the Lerian and I in the same place."

"I know he visits the Temple. He was badly injured before he came to Torga. I think he did something kind for one of the Kamruses without being aware and his healing was ordered in repayment. Xagorath says he's amused that they keep trying to reclaim him but that he's impressed at their skill."

"He and Xagorath are friends?" Isonei smiled and wiggled in her seat getting more comfortable.

"He smuggles things out of Leria and charges my brother very low prices. He drives a hard bargain with almost everyone else. The Temple he barely charges at all, I was told."

The sound of someone trying to get into the room halted their conversation. Both of them rose and moved closer to peer at the wiggling chairs as someone put a great deal of effort into pushing it open a crack. Mes looked through and began speaking to someone on the other side in Torgan before waving her over. Krouth and Hodrim, as well as a man who looked half Lerian, stood on the other side frowning.

"Draeseth didn't want to be interrupted so he put two chairs in front of the door. Mes didn't want me to try and help her move them and she can't do it alone." Isonei offered them a rueful smile through the crack.

"You should not attempt to move chairs, your Grace. I will fetch a guard to help push the door open." Krouth's frown deepened. "His Highness is... occupied?"

"He is. When you're able to enter, I'll ask you move the chairs in front of the bedroom door so that no one disturbs them." Seeing his disapproving look she frowned at him, "No one is to disturb them Krouth, not for any reason short of the palace catching fire."

"His Highness will wish to know-"

"You may take Hodrim walking in the gardens or to find entertainment for you both. I would prefer to wait for him to unblock the door than risk you interrupting him."

The slim servant offered a slight bow, "He will not be disturbed, your Grace. We will move the chairs in front of the bedroom door. Have you eaten?"

"Is it time for lunch?"

"The time for lunch has passed, your Grace."

"No, Mes and I haven't eaten. We did have some honey blossom buns earlier... I don't think Draeseth and Lislora have eaten lunch either." Stepping back from the door she looked at Mes. "When they open the door, would you mind going down to get lunch for us both from the cook and have someone send up trays of foods that will keep for Draeseth and Lislora? Something sweet for Hodrim might be nice too. And Master Krouth has brought a guest he may need something, as well."

"Of course, your Grace. Master Krouth's guest is a servant for Lady Lislora. I don't think he'll need anything. Do you have any requests for lunch?" Mes gestured for her to step away from the door.

"Pickled apples and onions would be nice. And he made some lovely sweet and spicy fish, that might be good if it isn't too difficult."

"It doesn't take very long." Mes nodded and then dimpled at her. "But I'm only permitted to eat with you if you insist."

"I insist. I don't want to eat by myself." Isonei gave her an impish grin. "The cook's food is too good not to share."

"I'll tell him you said so." Mes' eyes sparkled.

The door began to push open slowly and the sound of muttered cursing came from the other side. Once it was open enough for Krouth to slip through, the slim Torgan wriggled his way in and with Mes' help moved one of the chairs. The door pushed open further and Rogath peered in sourly.

"My brother locked you in while he beds his second Duchess?"

"He didn't realize he'd be bedding her when he blocked the door. I rewarded him and showed her how to do the same. As long as no one interrupts him he should be in a wonderful mood later."

"Should he?" Rogath's eyes glittered and he gave her a grin as he entered and moved the chairs in front of the bedroom door. "Even when you try to barricade him into the bedroom?"

"He will!" Isonei laughed, focusing on the Prince and letting Mes speak to Krouth and his guest. "He'll be very relaxed and content. I've asked Mes to have someone send up food to have on hand for them when they come out and he doesn't mind moving furniture. He may even find it amusing to see it stacked there."

"Draeseth doesn't mind moving furniture?" Rogath eyed the other chairs with a mischievous smirk.

"He doesn't seem to, but he knows I enjoy watching him do it. Especially without his clothes on."

Rogath blushed and began to laugh. "He said you prefer him to find ways to show his strength with less risk of injury."

"I do, but helping him out of his armor was very reassuring. He seems well protected, and his gracefulness is even more impressive to me now. Neither of you move as if you're weighed down by so much protection, I expected the armor to be lighter."

The Torgan Prince straightened proudly and inclined his head. "My brother has been quicker to laugh and carries himself with more pride than I have ever seen. You have been good for him, Isonei. If his second Duchess continues to be unpleasant to you, you have at least one ally willing to beat sense into him."