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The days were long when she was bored and alone. The minutes felt like hours around her well-oiled machine of a home. Circenia had perfected the art of keeping the house together. And it had gotten even easier as her children grew older.Circenia had fleeting moments where she thought that more children would have been nice, but age had not been on her side. Time was the one thing she could not control. She would have also liked to have more sons to prove to her sister and all the rest that she was better than them. It just so happened that just one son was enough to top most of the royal line. But, more was always more for Circenia. She enjoyed the perfection that was the rich lifestyle. She had been snacking and staring out a window for most of the day. A scroll in her hand, that she might have read if she had the effort. She was bored. Her husband was undoubtedly busy doing the things that needed to be done for her to enjoy just sitting.
When she noticed the sun getting lower across the sky and deemed it late afternoon, easing into early evening, she moved from her lounge. The lady of the house moved to recheck herself in the reflection of glass, rub her cheeks, and spin a tendril of dark hair around her finger. She always liked to look delectable for Keikelius. It was something to fill at least a portion of her day waiting for him to return from his hard days work. Quite the opposite of what she had done today.
Once she was sure to impress, her steps quietly carried her through the house. It was deliberate. If her servants were gossiping, she wanted to hear it. But, there was nothing to be heard on this particular day. With a slight huff of boredom, she moved into the room with a table full of food. Circenia made sure that food was being set up for him the moment he would be home. Her fingers teasing at the grapes before she pushed one into her mouth. "Where is the wine?" Her words spoke with a bite as she stared down the servant. It was missing and she wouldn't have it. She had taken care of making herself the epitome of beauty and yet the help couldn't manage to even prepare a table correctly.
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The days were long when she was bored and alone. The minutes felt like hours around her well-oiled machine of a home. Circenia had perfected the art of keeping the house together. And it had gotten even easier as her children grew older.Circenia had fleeting moments where she thought that more children would have been nice, but age had not been on her side. Time was the one thing she could not control. She would have also liked to have more sons to prove to her sister and all the rest that she was better than them. It just so happened that just one son was enough to top most of the royal line. But, more was always more for Circenia. She enjoyed the perfection that was the rich lifestyle. She had been snacking and staring out a window for most of the day. A scroll in her hand, that she might have read if she had the effort. She was bored. Her husband was undoubtedly busy doing the things that needed to be done for her to enjoy just sitting.
When she noticed the sun getting lower across the sky and deemed it late afternoon, easing into early evening, she moved from her lounge. The lady of the house moved to recheck herself in the reflection of glass, rub her cheeks, and spin a tendril of dark hair around her finger. She always liked to look delectable for Keikelius. It was something to fill at least a portion of her day waiting for him to return from his hard days work. Quite the opposite of what she had done today.
Once she was sure to impress, her steps quietly carried her through the house. It was deliberate. If her servants were gossiping, she wanted to hear it. But, there was nothing to be heard on this particular day. With a slight huff of boredom, she moved into the room with a table full of food. Circenia made sure that food was being set up for him the moment he would be home. Her fingers teasing at the grapes before she pushed one into her mouth. "Where is the wine?" Her words spoke with a bite as she stared down the servant. It was missing and she wouldn't have it. She had taken care of making herself the epitome of beauty and yet the help couldn't manage to even prepare a table correctly.
The days were long when she was bored and alone. The minutes felt like hours around her well-oiled machine of a home. Circenia had perfected the art of keeping the house together. And it had gotten even easier as her children grew older.Circenia had fleeting moments where she thought that more children would have been nice, but age had not been on her side. Time was the one thing she could not control. She would have also liked to have more sons to prove to her sister and all the rest that she was better than them. It just so happened that just one son was enough to top most of the royal line. But, more was always more for Circenia. She enjoyed the perfection that was the rich lifestyle. She had been snacking and staring out a window for most of the day. A scroll in her hand, that she might have read if she had the effort. She was bored. Her husband was undoubtedly busy doing the things that needed to be done for her to enjoy just sitting.
When she noticed the sun getting lower across the sky and deemed it late afternoon, easing into early evening, she moved from her lounge. The lady of the house moved to recheck herself in the reflection of glass, rub her cheeks, and spin a tendril of dark hair around her finger. She always liked to look delectable for Keikelius. It was something to fill at least a portion of her day waiting for him to return from his hard days work. Quite the opposite of what she had done today.
Once she was sure to impress, her steps quietly carried her through the house. It was deliberate. If her servants were gossiping, she wanted to hear it. But, there was nothing to be heard on this particular day. With a slight huff of boredom, she moved into the room with a table full of food. Circenia made sure that food was being set up for him the moment he would be home. Her fingers teasing at the grapes before she pushed one into her mouth. "Where is the wine?" Her words spoke with a bite as she stared down the servant. It was missing and she wouldn't have it. She had taken care of making herself the epitome of beauty and yet the help couldn't manage to even prepare a table correctly.
The day had been frustrating, to say the least. He hated when people made mistakes. He hated when his people made mistakes even more. A number of the crew on one of his ships had lost him profits on their latest expedition, throwing Keikelius’ books into all sorts of disarray. The current debate was whether or not he would have to increase his prices to make up the difference or if he was okay with a marginal loss on his goods.
One thing was for sure, his knuckles ached. When his hand had connected with the jaw of his inept captain, he’d felt the slightest bit of relief. He’d felt even more when he’s thrown the man off his ship and into the throng of other unemployed sailors. They’d be easily replaced. There was more than one crew vying for the payout the Keikelius could give them. The potentially thieving captain he’d blacklisted from his own company? They’d likely attempt to crawl to someone less wealthy. Potentially the Marikas.
Keikelius pitied them if they took on the half-rate crew.
Stepping into the Stravos mansion, Keikelius was shaking out his aching hand, immediately locking his glare onto a gaggle of lingering servants. “Back to work, the lot of you, or I’ll cut your pay for the time you’re wasting,” he snapped sharply, entirely annoyed by the ineptitude of the lower class.
He felt like a bull left alone in a pottery shop as he stormed through the halls, “Circenia!” he called, his voice laced with blatant irritation. Wasn’t she supposed to be ordering the servants around? That was her job. The one position she had wanted in this house. Laziness would not be-
Oh, fuck him.
Keikelius paused in the doorway to the dining room, noting the spread of food and the trembling servant who was quickly rushing to grab the wine he’d just heard his wife snarl about. And that gown. It was almost as if she knew he’d come home in a horrid mood. Then again, he was sure she expected it by now. He stepped inside, his frustration momentarily halted by her relaxed presence.
When the servant rushed back in with a couple of bottles of wine, Keikelius sharply grabbed the servant’s arm, carefully plucking the bottles from her grasp. “Get out,” he said calmly. “And make sure that we aren’t disturbed.” Without a single word, both doors to the dining room were firmly closed. There were no further sounds from outside the doors once the rush of footsteps into the various halls of the mansion were heard.
Much calmer than he had been when he’d walked into the room, Keikelius approached the table with both bottles of wine. He placed one down at the center of the table and reached for Circenia’s cup. He filled it with an ample amount of wine, which was always more than a normal cup. Obviously to his wife’s liking. He silently passed it to her, reaching for his own and filling it just as full.
The wine was gone in just a few gulps before he was filling it again and sinking into one of the blush chairs beside the table. He took a relaxed stance, even going as far as to slouch, his gaze remaining on his wife as he contemplated his words. “Your entourage is rather useless,” he pointed out finally, brow furrowed in slight irritation. “Standing around, the lot of them.”
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The day had been frustrating, to say the least. He hated when people made mistakes. He hated when his people made mistakes even more. A number of the crew on one of his ships had lost him profits on their latest expedition, throwing Keikelius’ books into all sorts of disarray. The current debate was whether or not he would have to increase his prices to make up the difference or if he was okay with a marginal loss on his goods.
One thing was for sure, his knuckles ached. When his hand had connected with the jaw of his inept captain, he’d felt the slightest bit of relief. He’d felt even more when he’s thrown the man off his ship and into the throng of other unemployed sailors. They’d be easily replaced. There was more than one crew vying for the payout the Keikelius could give them. The potentially thieving captain he’d blacklisted from his own company? They’d likely attempt to crawl to someone less wealthy. Potentially the Marikas.
Keikelius pitied them if they took on the half-rate crew.
Stepping into the Stravos mansion, Keikelius was shaking out his aching hand, immediately locking his glare onto a gaggle of lingering servants. “Back to work, the lot of you, or I’ll cut your pay for the time you’re wasting,” he snapped sharply, entirely annoyed by the ineptitude of the lower class.
He felt like a bull left alone in a pottery shop as he stormed through the halls, “Circenia!” he called, his voice laced with blatant irritation. Wasn’t she supposed to be ordering the servants around? That was her job. The one position she had wanted in this house. Laziness would not be-
Oh, fuck him.
Keikelius paused in the doorway to the dining room, noting the spread of food and the trembling servant who was quickly rushing to grab the wine he’d just heard his wife snarl about. And that gown. It was almost as if she knew he’d come home in a horrid mood. Then again, he was sure she expected it by now. He stepped inside, his frustration momentarily halted by her relaxed presence.
When the servant rushed back in with a couple of bottles of wine, Keikelius sharply grabbed the servant’s arm, carefully plucking the bottles from her grasp. “Get out,” he said calmly. “And make sure that we aren’t disturbed.” Without a single word, both doors to the dining room were firmly closed. There were no further sounds from outside the doors once the rush of footsteps into the various halls of the mansion were heard.
Much calmer than he had been when he’d walked into the room, Keikelius approached the table with both bottles of wine. He placed one down at the center of the table and reached for Circenia’s cup. He filled it with an ample amount of wine, which was always more than a normal cup. Obviously to his wife’s liking. He silently passed it to her, reaching for his own and filling it just as full.
The wine was gone in just a few gulps before he was filling it again and sinking into one of the blush chairs beside the table. He took a relaxed stance, even going as far as to slouch, his gaze remaining on his wife as he contemplated his words. “Your entourage is rather useless,” he pointed out finally, brow furrowed in slight irritation. “Standing around, the lot of them.”
The day had been frustrating, to say the least. He hated when people made mistakes. He hated when his people made mistakes even more. A number of the crew on one of his ships had lost him profits on their latest expedition, throwing Keikelius’ books into all sorts of disarray. The current debate was whether or not he would have to increase his prices to make up the difference or if he was okay with a marginal loss on his goods.
One thing was for sure, his knuckles ached. When his hand had connected with the jaw of his inept captain, he’d felt the slightest bit of relief. He’d felt even more when he’s thrown the man off his ship and into the throng of other unemployed sailors. They’d be easily replaced. There was more than one crew vying for the payout the Keikelius could give them. The potentially thieving captain he’d blacklisted from his own company? They’d likely attempt to crawl to someone less wealthy. Potentially the Marikas.
Keikelius pitied them if they took on the half-rate crew.
Stepping into the Stravos mansion, Keikelius was shaking out his aching hand, immediately locking his glare onto a gaggle of lingering servants. “Back to work, the lot of you, or I’ll cut your pay for the time you’re wasting,” he snapped sharply, entirely annoyed by the ineptitude of the lower class.
He felt like a bull left alone in a pottery shop as he stormed through the halls, “Circenia!” he called, his voice laced with blatant irritation. Wasn’t she supposed to be ordering the servants around? That was her job. The one position she had wanted in this house. Laziness would not be-
Oh, fuck him.
Keikelius paused in the doorway to the dining room, noting the spread of food and the trembling servant who was quickly rushing to grab the wine he’d just heard his wife snarl about. And that gown. It was almost as if she knew he’d come home in a horrid mood. Then again, he was sure she expected it by now. He stepped inside, his frustration momentarily halted by her relaxed presence.
When the servant rushed back in with a couple of bottles of wine, Keikelius sharply grabbed the servant’s arm, carefully plucking the bottles from her grasp. “Get out,” he said calmly. “And make sure that we aren’t disturbed.” Without a single word, both doors to the dining room were firmly closed. There were no further sounds from outside the doors once the rush of footsteps into the various halls of the mansion were heard.
Much calmer than he had been when he’d walked into the room, Keikelius approached the table with both bottles of wine. He placed one down at the center of the table and reached for Circenia’s cup. He filled it with an ample amount of wine, which was always more than a normal cup. Obviously to his wife’s liking. He silently passed it to her, reaching for his own and filling it just as full.
The wine was gone in just a few gulps before he was filling it again and sinking into one of the blush chairs beside the table. He took a relaxed stance, even going as far as to slouch, his gaze remaining on his wife as he contemplated his words. “Your entourage is rather useless,” he pointed out finally, brow furrowed in slight irritation. “Standing around, the lot of them.”
Her name echoed through the hallways in a crass fashion, which only elicited a slight narrowing of the eyes. Keikelius was still in the room anyhow, she could get her initial reaction out before plastering the pleasantness back on when he appeared through the dining room doorway. However, her body language was a bit harder to fix as she cocked a hip to the side and held one hand up in a questioning gesture. "What, my love?" They held a tone that really meant not to test her. She couldn't be in every room at once and keep on the tails of all the servants. That was impossible. And of course, she also didn't need wrath that could be well spent on someone else. Her brow quirked for a moment with her seductive smile.
Keikelius' words were as good as gold. The servants hastily followed the orders and skittered like little mice away from a cat who was in a sour mood. They would be toyed with and tortured before they would be eventually tossed to the side. But, for now, the rules were simple. The Lord and the Lady would be left alone for the evening.
Circenia waited for Kei to settle himself to where he would go. She may have been a strong woman with plenty of opinions of her own, but she still knew how to follow the lead of her husband. The glass was filled perfectly, without a single word encouraging more, more. As soon as it was ready, her fingers curled around the glass and poured wine through her lips. Her tongue paused to make sure to grab every last drop. Not something she would do in public, but something she knew was fun in front of her doting, watchful husband.
Once he was sitting, Circenia moved herself to stand next to him. One hand cradling her wine and the other pressing against his shoulder rubbing slightly. The tenseness in his voice and body weren't lost on her. "I have to agree. Maybe firing them all and a whole new set. They never have anything useful to do or say." She scoffed with her words. She wanted at least one good servant that would be helpful in spying on her children. It was sometimes the only way to really know their true feelings. "I can start that tomorrow, if you wish?" She looked down and dug her fingers in deeper kneeding up into his neck and nails teasing into his hairline at the back of his head. She paused for his response and took a sip of wine while she waited.
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Her name echoed through the hallways in a crass fashion, which only elicited a slight narrowing of the eyes. Keikelius was still in the room anyhow, she could get her initial reaction out before plastering the pleasantness back on when he appeared through the dining room doorway. However, her body language was a bit harder to fix as she cocked a hip to the side and held one hand up in a questioning gesture. "What, my love?" They held a tone that really meant not to test her. She couldn't be in every room at once and keep on the tails of all the servants. That was impossible. And of course, she also didn't need wrath that could be well spent on someone else. Her brow quirked for a moment with her seductive smile.
Keikelius' words were as good as gold. The servants hastily followed the orders and skittered like little mice away from a cat who was in a sour mood. They would be toyed with and tortured before they would be eventually tossed to the side. But, for now, the rules were simple. The Lord and the Lady would be left alone for the evening.
Circenia waited for Kei to settle himself to where he would go. She may have been a strong woman with plenty of opinions of her own, but she still knew how to follow the lead of her husband. The glass was filled perfectly, without a single word encouraging more, more. As soon as it was ready, her fingers curled around the glass and poured wine through her lips. Her tongue paused to make sure to grab every last drop. Not something she would do in public, but something she knew was fun in front of her doting, watchful husband.
Once he was sitting, Circenia moved herself to stand next to him. One hand cradling her wine and the other pressing against his shoulder rubbing slightly. The tenseness in his voice and body weren't lost on her. "I have to agree. Maybe firing them all and a whole new set. They never have anything useful to do or say." She scoffed with her words. She wanted at least one good servant that would be helpful in spying on her children. It was sometimes the only way to really know their true feelings. "I can start that tomorrow, if you wish?" She looked down and dug her fingers in deeper kneeding up into his neck and nails teasing into his hairline at the back of his head. She paused for his response and took a sip of wine while she waited.
Her name echoed through the hallways in a crass fashion, which only elicited a slight narrowing of the eyes. Keikelius was still in the room anyhow, she could get her initial reaction out before plastering the pleasantness back on when he appeared through the dining room doorway. However, her body language was a bit harder to fix as she cocked a hip to the side and held one hand up in a questioning gesture. "What, my love?" They held a tone that really meant not to test her. She couldn't be in every room at once and keep on the tails of all the servants. That was impossible. And of course, she also didn't need wrath that could be well spent on someone else. Her brow quirked for a moment with her seductive smile.
Keikelius' words were as good as gold. The servants hastily followed the orders and skittered like little mice away from a cat who was in a sour mood. They would be toyed with and tortured before they would be eventually tossed to the side. But, for now, the rules were simple. The Lord and the Lady would be left alone for the evening.
Circenia waited for Kei to settle himself to where he would go. She may have been a strong woman with plenty of opinions of her own, but she still knew how to follow the lead of her husband. The glass was filled perfectly, without a single word encouraging more, more. As soon as it was ready, her fingers curled around the glass and poured wine through her lips. Her tongue paused to make sure to grab every last drop. Not something she would do in public, but something she knew was fun in front of her doting, watchful husband.
Once he was sitting, Circenia moved herself to stand next to him. One hand cradling her wine and the other pressing against his shoulder rubbing slightly. The tenseness in his voice and body weren't lost on her. "I have to agree. Maybe firing them all and a whole new set. They never have anything useful to do or say." She scoffed with her words. She wanted at least one good servant that would be helpful in spying on her children. It was sometimes the only way to really know their true feelings. "I can start that tomorrow, if you wish?" She looked down and dug her fingers in deeper kneeding up into his neck and nails teasing into his hairline at the back of his head. She paused for his response and took a sip of wine while she waited.
His wife seemed immediately intent on goading him. The seductive smirk and the way that her gaze lingered on him. He reminded himself that they were alone. There was no need to be so stern and crass with Circenia. The servants always made themselves invisible, unheard. And if the two exited this room and found them anywhere near the dining room? Keikelius would make sure they never worked for another noble again. Orders were given to be followed.
And when he wanted to be alone with his wife, it wasn't a joke.
Keikelius hummed quietly in response to her suggestion, taking a sip of his wine. Firing them all wouldn't do. The action would make most unwilling to work for the Stravos. Then again, they paid better than most other houses. Still, though, there would be no loss of jobs tonight. Provided everyone did as they had been told and stayed far from the Lord and Lady of the house.
"No," he finally noted, pausing as Circenia's fingers continued to wander his shoulder and then his neck. He found himself taking in a deep breath and shifting in his chair. The frustrations of the day had not been forgotten, but there were numerous ways that he could put them to use. And it had been far, far too long for his tastes. Although his appetite was singular, he'd never tired of the divine fruit that was his wife.
It was with the nails against his scalp that he slowly set his cup aside, dinner momentarily forgotten. "We won't be firing any servants," he continued finally, letting his own hand wander along her hip. Keikelius turned his head slightly toward her, his gaze cast downward while his fingers wandered down her thigh and then slowly back up her body until his fingers brushed her jaw.
"Playtime already, Lady Stravos?" he questioned calmly, an eyebrow lifted. A wicked smirk turned the corners of his lips. "Put your cup down," he ordered calmly, knowing he needn't say anything more.
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His wife seemed immediately intent on goading him. The seductive smirk and the way that her gaze lingered on him. He reminded himself that they were alone. There was no need to be so stern and crass with Circenia. The servants always made themselves invisible, unheard. And if the two exited this room and found them anywhere near the dining room? Keikelius would make sure they never worked for another noble again. Orders were given to be followed.
And when he wanted to be alone with his wife, it wasn't a joke.
Keikelius hummed quietly in response to her suggestion, taking a sip of his wine. Firing them all wouldn't do. The action would make most unwilling to work for the Stravos. Then again, they paid better than most other houses. Still, though, there would be no loss of jobs tonight. Provided everyone did as they had been told and stayed far from the Lord and Lady of the house.
"No," he finally noted, pausing as Circenia's fingers continued to wander his shoulder and then his neck. He found himself taking in a deep breath and shifting in his chair. The frustrations of the day had not been forgotten, but there were numerous ways that he could put them to use. And it had been far, far too long for his tastes. Although his appetite was singular, he'd never tired of the divine fruit that was his wife.
It was with the nails against his scalp that he slowly set his cup aside, dinner momentarily forgotten. "We won't be firing any servants," he continued finally, letting his own hand wander along her hip. Keikelius turned his head slightly toward her, his gaze cast downward while his fingers wandered down her thigh and then slowly back up her body until his fingers brushed her jaw.
"Playtime already, Lady Stravos?" he questioned calmly, an eyebrow lifted. A wicked smirk turned the corners of his lips. "Put your cup down," he ordered calmly, knowing he needn't say anything more.
His wife seemed immediately intent on goading him. The seductive smirk and the way that her gaze lingered on him. He reminded himself that they were alone. There was no need to be so stern and crass with Circenia. The servants always made themselves invisible, unheard. And if the two exited this room and found them anywhere near the dining room? Keikelius would make sure they never worked for another noble again. Orders were given to be followed.
And when he wanted to be alone with his wife, it wasn't a joke.
Keikelius hummed quietly in response to her suggestion, taking a sip of his wine. Firing them all wouldn't do. The action would make most unwilling to work for the Stravos. Then again, they paid better than most other houses. Still, though, there would be no loss of jobs tonight. Provided everyone did as they had been told and stayed far from the Lord and Lady of the house.
"No," he finally noted, pausing as Circenia's fingers continued to wander his shoulder and then his neck. He found himself taking in a deep breath and shifting in his chair. The frustrations of the day had not been forgotten, but there were numerous ways that he could put them to use. And it had been far, far too long for his tastes. Although his appetite was singular, he'd never tired of the divine fruit that was his wife.
It was with the nails against his scalp that he slowly set his cup aside, dinner momentarily forgotten. "We won't be firing any servants," he continued finally, letting his own hand wander along her hip. Keikelius turned his head slightly toward her, his gaze cast downward while his fingers wandered down her thigh and then slowly back up her body until his fingers brushed her jaw.
"Playtime already, Lady Stravos?" he questioned calmly, an eyebrow lifted. A wicked smirk turned the corners of his lips. "Put your cup down," he ordered calmly, knowing he needn't say anything more.
No. The word had a bit of bite to it, even if he hadn't meant it that way. Circenia wanted desperately to have an entirely new staff. She liked the idea of starting fresh. However, soon he was elaborating on the simple one word. He declared that they weren't going to be terminating anyone. Her plush bottom lip folded forward. "Not even just one, then?" The words spoke over the pout.
That lip was soon pressed against the glass as she took another long sip of the wonderful wine. If there was one thing she had to commend their home for, it was the wine that they had amassed, letting it sit, and then enjoying every last drop when the time was right. Circenia's eyelids fluttered shut and then open again as she focused on the gentle touches of Keikelious upon her flesh. He knew just how to distract her in the right ways, especially when she was upset about something. The worries of the staff were soon dropping away one by one and their jobs were sparred because Kei knew her so very well.
"Oh, mi'Lord, is that all you can really think about?" Her tone dripping with jest as she smiled through the words. Circenia liked that he was still dedicated to her. She enjoyed how protective he was when they were in front of people. It was those actions that allowed her to ignore any rumors that passed through the vines of gossip.
Her dark eyes looked toward the glass of wine he was not ordering her to put down. It wasn't even a question as he made the request. Circenia put up her pointer as she silently insisted on one more sip of the glass before she would follow his direction. She took a sip and set the glass down. Meanwhile, her tongue ran again over her lips to savor every drop, but more so to tease her husband. But, could it really be considering teasing when she and he both knew what they were going to do.
Hips turned to face him and both hands pressed against his shoulders. Her fingers dug in massaging simultaneously. Circenia soon bent at the hip and allowed her lips to be but a centimeter from the lobe of his ear. A hot breath releasing before she said anything at all. "What did you want to play?" She was as still as a statue as she remained in that position waiting for him to respond. Perfectly postured to accentuate her best attributes, her butt cocked to the side with the fabric cascading around it leaving nothing to the imagination. And if he moved his head to the side, he would easily be able to enjoy a look at her breasts. It wasn't by accident the way she played the game.
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No. The word had a bit of bite to it, even if he hadn't meant it that way. Circenia wanted desperately to have an entirely new staff. She liked the idea of starting fresh. However, soon he was elaborating on the simple one word. He declared that they weren't going to be terminating anyone. Her plush bottom lip folded forward. "Not even just one, then?" The words spoke over the pout.
That lip was soon pressed against the glass as she took another long sip of the wonderful wine. If there was one thing she had to commend their home for, it was the wine that they had amassed, letting it sit, and then enjoying every last drop when the time was right. Circenia's eyelids fluttered shut and then open again as she focused on the gentle touches of Keikelious upon her flesh. He knew just how to distract her in the right ways, especially when she was upset about something. The worries of the staff were soon dropping away one by one and their jobs were sparred because Kei knew her so very well.
"Oh, mi'Lord, is that all you can really think about?" Her tone dripping with jest as she smiled through the words. Circenia liked that he was still dedicated to her. She enjoyed how protective he was when they were in front of people. It was those actions that allowed her to ignore any rumors that passed through the vines of gossip.
Her dark eyes looked toward the glass of wine he was not ordering her to put down. It wasn't even a question as he made the request. Circenia put up her pointer as she silently insisted on one more sip of the glass before she would follow his direction. She took a sip and set the glass down. Meanwhile, her tongue ran again over her lips to savor every drop, but more so to tease her husband. But, could it really be considering teasing when she and he both knew what they were going to do.
Hips turned to face him and both hands pressed against his shoulders. Her fingers dug in massaging simultaneously. Circenia soon bent at the hip and allowed her lips to be but a centimeter from the lobe of his ear. A hot breath releasing before she said anything at all. "What did you want to play?" She was as still as a statue as she remained in that position waiting for him to respond. Perfectly postured to accentuate her best attributes, her butt cocked to the side with the fabric cascading around it leaving nothing to the imagination. And if he moved his head to the side, he would easily be able to enjoy a look at her breasts. It wasn't by accident the way she played the game.
No. The word had a bit of bite to it, even if he hadn't meant it that way. Circenia wanted desperately to have an entirely new staff. She liked the idea of starting fresh. However, soon he was elaborating on the simple one word. He declared that they weren't going to be terminating anyone. Her plush bottom lip folded forward. "Not even just one, then?" The words spoke over the pout.
That lip was soon pressed against the glass as she took another long sip of the wonderful wine. If there was one thing she had to commend their home for, it was the wine that they had amassed, letting it sit, and then enjoying every last drop when the time was right. Circenia's eyelids fluttered shut and then open again as she focused on the gentle touches of Keikelious upon her flesh. He knew just how to distract her in the right ways, especially when she was upset about something. The worries of the staff were soon dropping away one by one and their jobs were sparred because Kei knew her so very well.
"Oh, mi'Lord, is that all you can really think about?" Her tone dripping with jest as she smiled through the words. Circenia liked that he was still dedicated to her. She enjoyed how protective he was when they were in front of people. It was those actions that allowed her to ignore any rumors that passed through the vines of gossip.
Her dark eyes looked toward the glass of wine he was not ordering her to put down. It wasn't even a question as he made the request. Circenia put up her pointer as she silently insisted on one more sip of the glass before she would follow his direction. She took a sip and set the glass down. Meanwhile, her tongue ran again over her lips to savor every drop, but more so to tease her husband. But, could it really be considering teasing when she and he both knew what they were going to do.
Hips turned to face him and both hands pressed against his shoulders. Her fingers dug in massaging simultaneously. Circenia soon bent at the hip and allowed her lips to be but a centimeter from the lobe of his ear. A hot breath releasing before she said anything at all. "What did you want to play?" She was as still as a statue as she remained in that position waiting for him to respond. Perfectly postured to accentuate her best attributes, her butt cocked to the side with the fabric cascading around it leaving nothing to the imagination. And if he moved his head to the side, he would easily be able to enjoy a look at her breasts. It wasn't by accident the way she played the game.
She was testing him and she knew it. His gaze remained fixed on her as she took another long sip of her wine. His patience was already being torn to shreds. Especially when she slunk toward him, settling ever closer to him. He tried to focus on her first question. It was hard to tell her no when she had that little purr in her voice. She may not have heard it, but he did.
"Maybe just one," he muttered begrudgingly, taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of her breath on his ear.
Keikelius slowly turned his head, grey eyes trailing her form. He even went as far as leaning forward to get a view of her backside. That playful smile returning to his lips, Keikelius slowly rose from the chair, trailing his fingertips under her jaw. He guided her back into a standing position, his thumb grazing her bottom lip. He had numerous ideas of how he wanted to play... and what he wanted from her. Starting with those lips. Keeping his fingers against her chin, he took a single step closer, gently lifting her lips to his.
He kissed his wife softly at first, giving her a very slight taste of what he had in store for her if he had his way.
Then he broke the kiss, using his leverage on her to guide her around the chair and back toward the table. Uncaring of the pottery and dishes on the surface, Keikelius found himself lifting her firmly up to sit on the table, hands resting on her hips while his lips lingered close to her neck. He didn't feel the need to tell her what he wanted, he knew that she already understood. She simply wanted to toy with him.
Even so, "I want to lay you across this table and have my own little feast," he purred against her skin, trailing his lips upward along her neck and then across her jaw. Keikelius spoke nothing more as he caught her lips in another kiss.
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She was testing him and she knew it. His gaze remained fixed on her as she took another long sip of her wine. His patience was already being torn to shreds. Especially when she slunk toward him, settling ever closer to him. He tried to focus on her first question. It was hard to tell her no when she had that little purr in her voice. She may not have heard it, but he did.
"Maybe just one," he muttered begrudgingly, taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of her breath on his ear.
Keikelius slowly turned his head, grey eyes trailing her form. He even went as far as leaning forward to get a view of her backside. That playful smile returning to his lips, Keikelius slowly rose from the chair, trailing his fingertips under her jaw. He guided her back into a standing position, his thumb grazing her bottom lip. He had numerous ideas of how he wanted to play... and what he wanted from her. Starting with those lips. Keeping his fingers against her chin, he took a single step closer, gently lifting her lips to his.
He kissed his wife softly at first, giving her a very slight taste of what he had in store for her if he had his way.
Then he broke the kiss, using his leverage on her to guide her around the chair and back toward the table. Uncaring of the pottery and dishes on the surface, Keikelius found himself lifting her firmly up to sit on the table, hands resting on her hips while his lips lingered close to her neck. He didn't feel the need to tell her what he wanted, he knew that she already understood. She simply wanted to toy with him.
Even so, "I want to lay you across this table and have my own little feast," he purred against her skin, trailing his lips upward along her neck and then across her jaw. Keikelius spoke nothing more as he caught her lips in another kiss.
She was testing him and she knew it. His gaze remained fixed on her as she took another long sip of her wine. His patience was already being torn to shreds. Especially when she slunk toward him, settling ever closer to him. He tried to focus on her first question. It was hard to tell her no when she had that little purr in her voice. She may not have heard it, but he did.
"Maybe just one," he muttered begrudgingly, taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of her breath on his ear.
Keikelius slowly turned his head, grey eyes trailing her form. He even went as far as leaning forward to get a view of her backside. That playful smile returning to his lips, Keikelius slowly rose from the chair, trailing his fingertips under her jaw. He guided her back into a standing position, his thumb grazing her bottom lip. He had numerous ideas of how he wanted to play... and what he wanted from her. Starting with those lips. Keeping his fingers against her chin, he took a single step closer, gently lifting her lips to his.
He kissed his wife softly at first, giving her a very slight taste of what he had in store for her if he had his way.
Then he broke the kiss, using his leverage on her to guide her around the chair and back toward the table. Uncaring of the pottery and dishes on the surface, Keikelius found himself lifting her firmly up to sit on the table, hands resting on her hips while his lips lingered close to her neck. He didn't feel the need to tell her what he wanted, he knew that she already understood. She simply wanted to toy with him.
Even so, "I want to lay you across this table and have my own little feast," he purred against her skin, trailing his lips upward along her neck and then across her jaw. Keikelius spoke nothing more as he caught her lips in another kiss.
The delight of getting her way was at the back of her mind at this point. And maybe when she was done with her fun and followed a good night's rest she might forget all about it. Until they went and screwed something else up. She was the lady of the house and she intended to make sure they knew what their tasks were. They were beneath her and she now had the permission to scare them into submission, she just had to fire the right one.
Yet, it didn't matter now. Now was time to spend with her husband. Circenia felt his gaze on her body and she couldn't help but smile. It was the way he was looking, in a way that made her feel loved, beautiful, and desired. Wasn't that what every woman truly wanted out of a marriage? Once upon a time, when they had first met, Circ was unsure that was the life she was destined for. She sat away from her husband for years while he pursued his military gains. It was a time when she had been married off for political gains and house connections and she rarely felt like this was going to go anywhere. She was even worried that she might never lay with him again fearing he'd die while away.
None of the rest of her life could have happened, none of what they had grown into would have happened. They each had their own quirks, that was for sure. Maybe it was some divine intervention that had them find each other and meet each other's needs just perfectly. It wasn't just any man that would put up with the needs, mostly financial and material, of Circenia.
And though they were aging, it could be said it was gracefully. His lips pressed against hers felt as soft as they ever had. A slight moan escaped as she freely followed the direction of his hands pushing her here and there. Resistance wasn't the game they were playing on this occasion. Circenia pushed some of the tableware out of the way, making some loud noises breaking into the quiet purrs here and there. She didn't even care that it would be a problem for the servants to clean up and certainly didn't mind what kind of gossip it could create in the house.
She pressed against his cheek as she devoured the next kiss that hit her lips. Tangled for a moment in time before she leaned back to look him up and down, to admire the man who loved her. Who protected her. Who owned her, in a way that she appreciated.
The lady of the house remained quiet as she perched on the table and pulled herself even further upon her long and large version of a pedestal. Her delicate digits teased at the folds of the fabric chiton slowly walking them up to the glistening fastener at her shoulder. There were four on this particular dress, each clicking away deliberately and patiently playing with Keikelius. Her body was sprawled out on the table, the feast as he had so passionately put it.
"Do you like what you see?" Was whispered as she pulled slightly at the pleats continuing to tease as she had been the entire time. Circenia was a glutton for compliments, it was just as needed to her as the gems that circled her neck.
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The delight of getting her way was at the back of her mind at this point. And maybe when she was done with her fun and followed a good night's rest she might forget all about it. Until they went and screwed something else up. She was the lady of the house and she intended to make sure they knew what their tasks were. They were beneath her and she now had the permission to scare them into submission, she just had to fire the right one.
Yet, it didn't matter now. Now was time to spend with her husband. Circenia felt his gaze on her body and she couldn't help but smile. It was the way he was looking, in a way that made her feel loved, beautiful, and desired. Wasn't that what every woman truly wanted out of a marriage? Once upon a time, when they had first met, Circ was unsure that was the life she was destined for. She sat away from her husband for years while he pursued his military gains. It was a time when she had been married off for political gains and house connections and she rarely felt like this was going to go anywhere. She was even worried that she might never lay with him again fearing he'd die while away.
None of the rest of her life could have happened, none of what they had grown into would have happened. They each had their own quirks, that was for sure. Maybe it was some divine intervention that had them find each other and meet each other's needs just perfectly. It wasn't just any man that would put up with the needs, mostly financial and material, of Circenia.
And though they were aging, it could be said it was gracefully. His lips pressed against hers felt as soft as they ever had. A slight moan escaped as she freely followed the direction of his hands pushing her here and there. Resistance wasn't the game they were playing on this occasion. Circenia pushed some of the tableware out of the way, making some loud noises breaking into the quiet purrs here and there. She didn't even care that it would be a problem for the servants to clean up and certainly didn't mind what kind of gossip it could create in the house.
She pressed against his cheek as she devoured the next kiss that hit her lips. Tangled for a moment in time before she leaned back to look him up and down, to admire the man who loved her. Who protected her. Who owned her, in a way that she appreciated.
The lady of the house remained quiet as she perched on the table and pulled herself even further upon her long and large version of a pedestal. Her delicate digits teased at the folds of the fabric chiton slowly walking them up to the glistening fastener at her shoulder. There were four on this particular dress, each clicking away deliberately and patiently playing with Keikelius. Her body was sprawled out on the table, the feast as he had so passionately put it.
"Do you like what you see?" Was whispered as she pulled slightly at the pleats continuing to tease as she had been the entire time. Circenia was a glutton for compliments, it was just as needed to her as the gems that circled her neck.
The delight of getting her way was at the back of her mind at this point. And maybe when she was done with her fun and followed a good night's rest she might forget all about it. Until they went and screwed something else up. She was the lady of the house and she intended to make sure they knew what their tasks were. They were beneath her and she now had the permission to scare them into submission, she just had to fire the right one.
Yet, it didn't matter now. Now was time to spend with her husband. Circenia felt his gaze on her body and she couldn't help but smile. It was the way he was looking, in a way that made her feel loved, beautiful, and desired. Wasn't that what every woman truly wanted out of a marriage? Once upon a time, when they had first met, Circ was unsure that was the life she was destined for. She sat away from her husband for years while he pursued his military gains. It was a time when she had been married off for political gains and house connections and she rarely felt like this was going to go anywhere. She was even worried that she might never lay with him again fearing he'd die while away.
None of the rest of her life could have happened, none of what they had grown into would have happened. They each had their own quirks, that was for sure. Maybe it was some divine intervention that had them find each other and meet each other's needs just perfectly. It wasn't just any man that would put up with the needs, mostly financial and material, of Circenia.
And though they were aging, it could be said it was gracefully. His lips pressed against hers felt as soft as they ever had. A slight moan escaped as she freely followed the direction of his hands pushing her here and there. Resistance wasn't the game they were playing on this occasion. Circenia pushed some of the tableware out of the way, making some loud noises breaking into the quiet purrs here and there. She didn't even care that it would be a problem for the servants to clean up and certainly didn't mind what kind of gossip it could create in the house.
She pressed against his cheek as she devoured the next kiss that hit her lips. Tangled for a moment in time before she leaned back to look him up and down, to admire the man who loved her. Who protected her. Who owned her, in a way that she appreciated.
The lady of the house remained quiet as she perched on the table and pulled herself even further upon her long and large version of a pedestal. Her delicate digits teased at the folds of the fabric chiton slowly walking them up to the glistening fastener at her shoulder. There were four on this particular dress, each clicking away deliberately and patiently playing with Keikelius. Her body was sprawled out on the table, the feast as he had so passionately put it.
"Do you like what you see?" Was whispered as she pulled slightly at the pleats continuing to tease as she had been the entire time. Circenia was a glutton for compliments, it was just as needed to her as the gems that circled her neck.
Even the smallest of moans from his wife was enough to set him alight. The clattering of tableware as she forced it out of their way earned Circenia a warm chuckle. A sound that only she had ever been privy to. Keikelius did not laugh. Generally, it was not in his nature. But his wife? She could drag it out of him with such utter, infuriating ease. The chuckle devolved into a hushed growl, his lips breaking from the second kiss with careful purpose.
Keikelius' gaze lingered on the fasteners of her gown and the way her own fingers trailed her skin.
She liked to torment him, but he couldn't say that he minded.
Yet, when he had said he'd wanted a feast, he hadn't been lying. Smirking lightly, Keikelius gave a firm nod, fingers trailing up to make slow, agonizing work of the folds of her chiton trailing along her shoulders. The movements were deliberate, careful. He wanted her to feel every sensation even if the slow pace only served to infuriate her and test her patience.
Two could play at her game. He could tease just as well as she could.
"Aye," he murmured softly, leaning over her briefly to let his lips linger against her neck. "I'm always fond of you at my mercy," Keikelius purred softly before pulling away from her. His hands, his lips, everything. Keikelius had shifted back slightly, ceasing their contact for but a moment as he reached for his cup of wine.
The man slowly sunk to his knees in front of her, letting his fingers trail against her leg as he settled his goblet on the floor. Carefully taking her ankle in his hand, he brought her heel up to rest against his shoulder. Fingers blindly searching for his glass, Keikelius held Circenia's gaze. Fingers dipped in wine trailed lightly against her ankle and his lips followed, grazing lightly against her skin. His tongue followed suit, lapping up every lingering drop of wine on her skin.
"And I have every intention of savoring every last drop," he purred, grey eyes alight with mischief. "Does this please you, m'lady?"
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Even the smallest of moans from his wife was enough to set him alight. The clattering of tableware as she forced it out of their way earned Circenia a warm chuckle. A sound that only she had ever been privy to. Keikelius did not laugh. Generally, it was not in his nature. But his wife? She could drag it out of him with such utter, infuriating ease. The chuckle devolved into a hushed growl, his lips breaking from the second kiss with careful purpose.
Keikelius' gaze lingered on the fasteners of her gown and the way her own fingers trailed her skin.
She liked to torment him, but he couldn't say that he minded.
Yet, when he had said he'd wanted a feast, he hadn't been lying. Smirking lightly, Keikelius gave a firm nod, fingers trailing up to make slow, agonizing work of the folds of her chiton trailing along her shoulders. The movements were deliberate, careful. He wanted her to feel every sensation even if the slow pace only served to infuriate her and test her patience.
Two could play at her game. He could tease just as well as she could.
"Aye," he murmured softly, leaning over her briefly to let his lips linger against her neck. "I'm always fond of you at my mercy," Keikelius purred softly before pulling away from her. His hands, his lips, everything. Keikelius had shifted back slightly, ceasing their contact for but a moment as he reached for his cup of wine.
The man slowly sunk to his knees in front of her, letting his fingers trail against her leg as he settled his goblet on the floor. Carefully taking her ankle in his hand, he brought her heel up to rest against his shoulder. Fingers blindly searching for his glass, Keikelius held Circenia's gaze. Fingers dipped in wine trailed lightly against her ankle and his lips followed, grazing lightly against her skin. His tongue followed suit, lapping up every lingering drop of wine on her skin.
"And I have every intention of savoring every last drop," he purred, grey eyes alight with mischief. "Does this please you, m'lady?"
Even the smallest of moans from his wife was enough to set him alight. The clattering of tableware as she forced it out of their way earned Circenia a warm chuckle. A sound that only she had ever been privy to. Keikelius did not laugh. Generally, it was not in his nature. But his wife? She could drag it out of him with such utter, infuriating ease. The chuckle devolved into a hushed growl, his lips breaking from the second kiss with careful purpose.
Keikelius' gaze lingered on the fasteners of her gown and the way her own fingers trailed her skin.
She liked to torment him, but he couldn't say that he minded.
Yet, when he had said he'd wanted a feast, he hadn't been lying. Smirking lightly, Keikelius gave a firm nod, fingers trailing up to make slow, agonizing work of the folds of her chiton trailing along her shoulders. The movements were deliberate, careful. He wanted her to feel every sensation even if the slow pace only served to infuriate her and test her patience.
Two could play at her game. He could tease just as well as she could.
"Aye," he murmured softly, leaning over her briefly to let his lips linger against her neck. "I'm always fond of you at my mercy," Keikelius purred softly before pulling away from her. His hands, his lips, everything. Keikelius had shifted back slightly, ceasing their contact for but a moment as he reached for his cup of wine.
The man slowly sunk to his knees in front of her, letting his fingers trail against her leg as he settled his goblet on the floor. Carefully taking her ankle in his hand, he brought her heel up to rest against his shoulder. Fingers blindly searching for his glass, Keikelius held Circenia's gaze. Fingers dipped in wine trailed lightly against her ankle and his lips followed, grazing lightly against her skin. His tongue followed suit, lapping up every lingering drop of wine on her skin.
"And I have every intention of savoring every last drop," he purred, grey eyes alight with mischief. "Does this please you, m'lady?"
"You know you are the only one." Circenia was only controlled by her husband and her husband only. There might have been attempts when she was still in the Xanthos House. She was the baby of the family and took full advantage until she had been married off. At first, she might have been happy to argue doing what her husband wanted to. Women were just as important and she had her own ambitions in life. Keikelius and the lady ended up having ambitions that were one and the same and he was good at giving her all that she wanted. Somehow that morphed into the perfect match. And Circenia allowing for Kei to tell her what to do and actually enjoy it.
Her attention was intently on Keikelius as he grabbed for his wine and shifted to the floor. It was all so unpredictable, something that Circenia would only accept in the bedroom. The dining room in this case. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she quietly watched with a head tilted to the side in a bit of curiosity. "Lord Stavros, what are you up to?" She finally asked the question that had been on her mind. There were no words in reply, just actions to answer her query. It was the best response anyone could have hoped for as he began to play at her ankle.
The wine was cool against her skin, but the hot contrast of his lips soon did wonders to tingle her to her core. Circenia arched her back some as she took in a deep gasp. It was slow and antagonizing, though that meant it was all the more torturous of a pleasure. The time that was spent, nothing like some whore on the street. His attention was dedicated to her and made it obvious that he was still completely enamored with her. Just what Circenia needed. Her bottom lip was sucked under her teeth as she hissed in yet another breath.
She didn't bother pulling her leg away, even at different moments there was a bit of a tickle. Instead, her bottom squirmed atop the table as she wanted to urge him forward. "Mmmmm, more than you know. Don't stop, Kei." There was a hint of begging in her voice, an urgency of want as her fingers curled against the table making an impatient scratch. She craved more.
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"You know you are the only one." Circenia was only controlled by her husband and her husband only. There might have been attempts when she was still in the Xanthos House. She was the baby of the family and took full advantage until she had been married off. At first, she might have been happy to argue doing what her husband wanted to. Women were just as important and she had her own ambitions in life. Keikelius and the lady ended up having ambitions that were one and the same and he was good at giving her all that she wanted. Somehow that morphed into the perfect match. And Circenia allowing for Kei to tell her what to do and actually enjoy it.
Her attention was intently on Keikelius as he grabbed for his wine and shifted to the floor. It was all so unpredictable, something that Circenia would only accept in the bedroom. The dining room in this case. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she quietly watched with a head tilted to the side in a bit of curiosity. "Lord Stavros, what are you up to?" She finally asked the question that had been on her mind. There were no words in reply, just actions to answer her query. It was the best response anyone could have hoped for as he began to play at her ankle.
The wine was cool against her skin, but the hot contrast of his lips soon did wonders to tingle her to her core. Circenia arched her back some as she took in a deep gasp. It was slow and antagonizing, though that meant it was all the more torturous of a pleasure. The time that was spent, nothing like some whore on the street. His attention was dedicated to her and made it obvious that he was still completely enamored with her. Just what Circenia needed. Her bottom lip was sucked under her teeth as she hissed in yet another breath.
She didn't bother pulling her leg away, even at different moments there was a bit of a tickle. Instead, her bottom squirmed atop the table as she wanted to urge him forward. "Mmmmm, more than you know. Don't stop, Kei." There was a hint of begging in her voice, an urgency of want as her fingers curled against the table making an impatient scratch. She craved more.
"You know you are the only one." Circenia was only controlled by her husband and her husband only. There might have been attempts when she was still in the Xanthos House. She was the baby of the family and took full advantage until she had been married off. At first, she might have been happy to argue doing what her husband wanted to. Women were just as important and she had her own ambitions in life. Keikelius and the lady ended up having ambitions that were one and the same and he was good at giving her all that she wanted. Somehow that morphed into the perfect match. And Circenia allowing for Kei to tell her what to do and actually enjoy it.
Her attention was intently on Keikelius as he grabbed for his wine and shifted to the floor. It was all so unpredictable, something that Circenia would only accept in the bedroom. The dining room in this case. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she quietly watched with a head tilted to the side in a bit of curiosity. "Lord Stavros, what are you up to?" She finally asked the question that had been on her mind. There were no words in reply, just actions to answer her query. It was the best response anyone could have hoped for as he began to play at her ankle.
The wine was cool against her skin, but the hot contrast of his lips soon did wonders to tingle her to her core. Circenia arched her back some as she took in a deep gasp. It was slow and antagonizing, though that meant it was all the more torturous of a pleasure. The time that was spent, nothing like some whore on the street. His attention was dedicated to her and made it obvious that he was still completely enamored with her. Just what Circenia needed. Her bottom lip was sucked under her teeth as she hissed in yet another breath.
She didn't bother pulling her leg away, even at different moments there was a bit of a tickle. Instead, her bottom squirmed atop the table as she wanted to urge him forward. "Mmmmm, more than you know. Don't stop, Kei." There was a hint of begging in her voice, an urgency of want as her fingers curled against the table making an impatient scratch. She craved more.
Keikelius let his fingers trail once more against her ankle, trailing the wine further up along her skin. Along her calf and even toward her inner thigh. He paused his fingers before they drew too close to her core, however, dark eyes filled with vicious, seductive humor. He never played nice. There was always an extensive period of torment and sexual torture that Keikelius loved to apply. That meant that fingers would wander, explore, and touch at every inch of skin he could reach. Lips would follow in silent worship and tongue would trail with quiet intent.
If Circenia wasn't writhing for him, then she wasn't ready for everything else he was to give her.
The rumble that sounded in Keikelius' throat was unmistakable, "My lady, I'm simply doing as your body commands," he murmured with a wicked smile before turning his lips back against her ankle. Taking his time, he trailed his lips against her ankle, tongue trailing along her skin as he moved slowly inward toward her calf and then her thigh.
It was then that he paused, finding it much more fun to have her frustrated with him than it was to simply give her what she wanted. Rising slowly to his feet, he reached up, pulling his tunic over his head and tossing it aside. Slipping closer and standing between her legs, Keikelius allowed his hands to brush her hips as he leaned down to very lightly brush his lips against hers before pulling away once more.
"Patience, my sweet, sweet Circenia," he purred her name affectionately, reaching beside her head to grasp a grape between his fingers. He popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly and watching her with a small smirk. "You'll get what's yours in due time... but you're going to need all of your strength," he continued, reaching for another grape and brushing it lightly against her lips. Lifting an eyebrow, he tilted his head, daring his wife to argue with him.
Not that he wouldn't delight in the punishment that would follow such a transgression. He knew for a fact that she, too, would enjoy it regardless. It all depended on how she wanted to play. Was Circenia to play nice, or fight dirty. He knew that his order would set off one wonderful chain of events...
"Well?" Keikelius purred low under his breath. "What will it be, Lady Stravos..."
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Keikelius let his fingers trail once more against her ankle, trailing the wine further up along her skin. Along her calf and even toward her inner thigh. He paused his fingers before they drew too close to her core, however, dark eyes filled with vicious, seductive humor. He never played nice. There was always an extensive period of torment and sexual torture that Keikelius loved to apply. That meant that fingers would wander, explore, and touch at every inch of skin he could reach. Lips would follow in silent worship and tongue would trail with quiet intent.
If Circenia wasn't writhing for him, then she wasn't ready for everything else he was to give her.
The rumble that sounded in Keikelius' throat was unmistakable, "My lady, I'm simply doing as your body commands," he murmured with a wicked smile before turning his lips back against her ankle. Taking his time, he trailed his lips against her ankle, tongue trailing along her skin as he moved slowly inward toward her calf and then her thigh.
It was then that he paused, finding it much more fun to have her frustrated with him than it was to simply give her what she wanted. Rising slowly to his feet, he reached up, pulling his tunic over his head and tossing it aside. Slipping closer and standing between her legs, Keikelius allowed his hands to brush her hips as he leaned down to very lightly brush his lips against hers before pulling away once more.
"Patience, my sweet, sweet Circenia," he purred her name affectionately, reaching beside her head to grasp a grape between his fingers. He popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly and watching her with a small smirk. "You'll get what's yours in due time... but you're going to need all of your strength," he continued, reaching for another grape and brushing it lightly against her lips. Lifting an eyebrow, he tilted his head, daring his wife to argue with him.
Not that he wouldn't delight in the punishment that would follow such a transgression. He knew for a fact that she, too, would enjoy it regardless. It all depended on how she wanted to play. Was Circenia to play nice, or fight dirty. He knew that his order would set off one wonderful chain of events...
"Well?" Keikelius purred low under his breath. "What will it be, Lady Stravos..."
Keikelius let his fingers trail once more against her ankle, trailing the wine further up along her skin. Along her calf and even toward her inner thigh. He paused his fingers before they drew too close to her core, however, dark eyes filled with vicious, seductive humor. He never played nice. There was always an extensive period of torment and sexual torture that Keikelius loved to apply. That meant that fingers would wander, explore, and touch at every inch of skin he could reach. Lips would follow in silent worship and tongue would trail with quiet intent.
If Circenia wasn't writhing for him, then she wasn't ready for everything else he was to give her.
The rumble that sounded in Keikelius' throat was unmistakable, "My lady, I'm simply doing as your body commands," he murmured with a wicked smile before turning his lips back against her ankle. Taking his time, he trailed his lips against her ankle, tongue trailing along her skin as he moved slowly inward toward her calf and then her thigh.
It was then that he paused, finding it much more fun to have her frustrated with him than it was to simply give her what she wanted. Rising slowly to his feet, he reached up, pulling his tunic over his head and tossing it aside. Slipping closer and standing between her legs, Keikelius allowed his hands to brush her hips as he leaned down to very lightly brush his lips against hers before pulling away once more.
"Patience, my sweet, sweet Circenia," he purred her name affectionately, reaching beside her head to grasp a grape between his fingers. He popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly and watching her with a small smirk. "You'll get what's yours in due time... but you're going to need all of your strength," he continued, reaching for another grape and brushing it lightly against her lips. Lifting an eyebrow, he tilted his head, daring his wife to argue with him.
Not that he wouldn't delight in the punishment that would follow such a transgression. He knew for a fact that she, too, would enjoy it regardless. It all depended on how she wanted to play. Was Circenia to play nice, or fight dirty. He knew that his order would set off one wonderful chain of events...
"Well?" Keikelius purred low under his breath. "What will it be, Lady Stravos..."
Black coils of hair were thrown back in a fan when she couldn't help but wriggle against his teasing. Each fingertip dented delicate skin only to be followed by the softness of kisses. It was damn near impossible to sit still or be silent. The moans echoing out. She had never been very good at being quiet. The likely only fueled Keikelius's fun in tormenting her. There was no stopping it.
There were no words to convey what she knew her body commanded of him. It wanted more. It needed more. Patience was unknown to the baby of the Xanthos brood. She was the baby that was given whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Keikelius knew this well and he was toying with her. Even daring to ask her to be patient in such a moment. After not seeing him all day and dealing with the rebellious and irritating staff. She needed some sort of pick up to her day.
Sweet. It was another word that she wasn't entirely sure described her, even at her best. Maybe when she was acting out in the open, but secrets were left in the past when it came to her husband. He was her closest confidant and he knew that she could be devious. Her only response was a small smile crossing her lips. Those lips immediately met with the pressure of a grape. Circenia chomped quickly, nearly taking his fingers with.
"I've never been good at waiting, Kei." A seductive glare framed the context of her words as she managed to scoot herself closer to the edge of the table. Her own hand reaching to grab him. First at his waist, and then the fingers made a trail lower and lower. The other hand dashing into his dark curls on his hand. They made a fist to easily pull him into her. Though, Keikelius was stronger than she - if he didn't really want to... there would be resistance. Circenia didn't expect it, but she was ready to fight for what she wanted. Especially after he had spent all that time firing her up. The warmth emanating from her nether region, pulsing, begging for more. Immediately.
After just a moment's tease to his member, her heels pushed against his hips to bend him down, while her tight grip on his hair forced him down to her folds. "You be a good boy and take care of every spot. And then maybe... just maybe I'll return the favor, my love." The demand forceful as ever, just what Circenia always wanted. If he obeyed her push and her words, her thighs were ready to hold him in place until she had been satisfied.
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Black coils of hair were thrown back in a fan when she couldn't help but wriggle against his teasing. Each fingertip dented delicate skin only to be followed by the softness of kisses. It was damn near impossible to sit still or be silent. The moans echoing out. She had never been very good at being quiet. The likely only fueled Keikelius's fun in tormenting her. There was no stopping it.
There were no words to convey what she knew her body commanded of him. It wanted more. It needed more. Patience was unknown to the baby of the Xanthos brood. She was the baby that was given whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Keikelius knew this well and he was toying with her. Even daring to ask her to be patient in such a moment. After not seeing him all day and dealing with the rebellious and irritating staff. She needed some sort of pick up to her day.
Sweet. It was another word that she wasn't entirely sure described her, even at her best. Maybe when she was acting out in the open, but secrets were left in the past when it came to her husband. He was her closest confidant and he knew that she could be devious. Her only response was a small smile crossing her lips. Those lips immediately met with the pressure of a grape. Circenia chomped quickly, nearly taking his fingers with.
"I've never been good at waiting, Kei." A seductive glare framed the context of her words as she managed to scoot herself closer to the edge of the table. Her own hand reaching to grab him. First at his waist, and then the fingers made a trail lower and lower. The other hand dashing into his dark curls on his hand. They made a fist to easily pull him into her. Though, Keikelius was stronger than she - if he didn't really want to... there would be resistance. Circenia didn't expect it, but she was ready to fight for what she wanted. Especially after he had spent all that time firing her up. The warmth emanating from her nether region, pulsing, begging for more. Immediately.
After just a moment's tease to his member, her heels pushed against his hips to bend him down, while her tight grip on his hair forced him down to her folds. "You be a good boy and take care of every spot. And then maybe... just maybe I'll return the favor, my love." The demand forceful as ever, just what Circenia always wanted. If he obeyed her push and her words, her thighs were ready to hold him in place until she had been satisfied.
Black coils of hair were thrown back in a fan when she couldn't help but wriggle against his teasing. Each fingertip dented delicate skin only to be followed by the softness of kisses. It was damn near impossible to sit still or be silent. The moans echoing out. She had never been very good at being quiet. The likely only fueled Keikelius's fun in tormenting her. There was no stopping it.
There were no words to convey what she knew her body commanded of him. It wanted more. It needed more. Patience was unknown to the baby of the Xanthos brood. She was the baby that was given whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Keikelius knew this well and he was toying with her. Even daring to ask her to be patient in such a moment. After not seeing him all day and dealing with the rebellious and irritating staff. She needed some sort of pick up to her day.
Sweet. It was another word that she wasn't entirely sure described her, even at her best. Maybe when she was acting out in the open, but secrets were left in the past when it came to her husband. He was her closest confidant and he knew that she could be devious. Her only response was a small smile crossing her lips. Those lips immediately met with the pressure of a grape. Circenia chomped quickly, nearly taking his fingers with.
"I've never been good at waiting, Kei." A seductive glare framed the context of her words as she managed to scoot herself closer to the edge of the table. Her own hand reaching to grab him. First at his waist, and then the fingers made a trail lower and lower. The other hand dashing into his dark curls on his hand. They made a fist to easily pull him into her. Though, Keikelius was stronger than she - if he didn't really want to... there would be resistance. Circenia didn't expect it, but she was ready to fight for what she wanted. Especially after he had spent all that time firing her up. The warmth emanating from her nether region, pulsing, begging for more. Immediately.
After just a moment's tease to his member, her heels pushed against his hips to bend him down, while her tight grip on his hair forced him down to her folds. "You be a good boy and take care of every spot. And then maybe... just maybe I'll return the favor, my love." The demand forceful as ever, just what Circenia always wanted. If he obeyed her push and her words, her thighs were ready to hold him in place until she had been satisfied.
The wicked smirk on Keikelius' features was unmistakable when Circenia took the grape. He felt the slight nip at his finger, lifting an eyebrow, the man let his fingers trail her bottom lip. They wandered down her chin and down along her throat, rough fingers wandering her skin agonizingly slowly. Dark eyes seemed to devour her form, his hands carefully pushing the sides of her chiton down along her arms. He pressed the fabric down until he'd revealed her breasts to the warm air of the dining room.
Keikelius licked his lips, admiring the stiff peaks and succulent skin.
He never tired of this. Truthfully, he had never once tired of her. Never tired of her taste, her lips, nor the white-hot warmth of her at his core. Keikelius had craved her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and despite the circumstances of their marriage, he'd held nothing but love and affection for her.
The man was just starting to help himself to a taste, his tongue trailing against one nipple while his fingers wandered down along her body when Circenia locked her hand into his hair, her other wandering downward, pulling him closer to her. A low growl rippled through him, her fingers exploring just low enough to set him off. Circenia's fingers in his hair made his eyes flutter closed, though he ducked his head against her skin to brush his lips against her breast once more, a soft curse breaking the rough facade.
The softest grunt of satisfaction was the first signal of complete enjoyment. It turned into a rumbling chuckle as he complied with his wife's wishes, trailing his lips further and further down her body. Mind relenting the loss of her hand at his cock, he reminded himself what his entire mission had been. The number of shattered dinnerware was far too minimal for his tastes, and or a moment, he delighted in the mess the servants would have to clean up when he was finished with her.
Lips working lower and lower, Keikelius kissed lightly at her thighs, trailing more toward her core with each kiss. Lifting his dark gaze up along her body, he smirked slightly as he gave no warning. No pretense. No, he knew she was impatient and he was inclined to give her exactly what she wanted right then and there. The first brushes of his tongue at the bundle of nerves at her mound were gentle, giving her body just a few moments to adjust to the invasion.
But then all bets were off. In one sharp motion, he'd wrapped his arms around both of her thighs, tugging her ever closer to him. One hand trailed against her body to both force her onto her back, denying her the satisfaction of watching him, and lightly kneading one of her breasts. The other trailed back around, keeping her thigh in place and brushing at her nerves with his thumb while he trailed his tongue directly against her core.
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The wicked smirk on Keikelius' features was unmistakable when Circenia took the grape. He felt the slight nip at his finger, lifting an eyebrow, the man let his fingers trail her bottom lip. They wandered down her chin and down along her throat, rough fingers wandering her skin agonizingly slowly. Dark eyes seemed to devour her form, his hands carefully pushing the sides of her chiton down along her arms. He pressed the fabric down until he'd revealed her breasts to the warm air of the dining room.
Keikelius licked his lips, admiring the stiff peaks and succulent skin.
He never tired of this. Truthfully, he had never once tired of her. Never tired of her taste, her lips, nor the white-hot warmth of her at his core. Keikelius had craved her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and despite the circumstances of their marriage, he'd held nothing but love and affection for her.
The man was just starting to help himself to a taste, his tongue trailing against one nipple while his fingers wandered down along her body when Circenia locked her hand into his hair, her other wandering downward, pulling him closer to her. A low growl rippled through him, her fingers exploring just low enough to set him off. Circenia's fingers in his hair made his eyes flutter closed, though he ducked his head against her skin to brush his lips against her breast once more, a soft curse breaking the rough facade.
The softest grunt of satisfaction was the first signal of complete enjoyment. It turned into a rumbling chuckle as he complied with his wife's wishes, trailing his lips further and further down her body. Mind relenting the loss of her hand at his cock, he reminded himself what his entire mission had been. The number of shattered dinnerware was far too minimal for his tastes, and or a moment, he delighted in the mess the servants would have to clean up when he was finished with her.
Lips working lower and lower, Keikelius kissed lightly at her thighs, trailing more toward her core with each kiss. Lifting his dark gaze up along her body, he smirked slightly as he gave no warning. No pretense. No, he knew she was impatient and he was inclined to give her exactly what she wanted right then and there. The first brushes of his tongue at the bundle of nerves at her mound were gentle, giving her body just a few moments to adjust to the invasion.
But then all bets were off. In one sharp motion, he'd wrapped his arms around both of her thighs, tugging her ever closer to him. One hand trailed against her body to both force her onto her back, denying her the satisfaction of watching him, and lightly kneading one of her breasts. The other trailed back around, keeping her thigh in place and brushing at her nerves with his thumb while he trailed his tongue directly against her core.
The wicked smirk on Keikelius' features was unmistakable when Circenia took the grape. He felt the slight nip at his finger, lifting an eyebrow, the man let his fingers trail her bottom lip. They wandered down her chin and down along her throat, rough fingers wandering her skin agonizingly slowly. Dark eyes seemed to devour her form, his hands carefully pushing the sides of her chiton down along her arms. He pressed the fabric down until he'd revealed her breasts to the warm air of the dining room.
Keikelius licked his lips, admiring the stiff peaks and succulent skin.
He never tired of this. Truthfully, he had never once tired of her. Never tired of her taste, her lips, nor the white-hot warmth of her at his core. Keikelius had craved her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, and despite the circumstances of their marriage, he'd held nothing but love and affection for her.
The man was just starting to help himself to a taste, his tongue trailing against one nipple while his fingers wandered down along her body when Circenia locked her hand into his hair, her other wandering downward, pulling him closer to her. A low growl rippled through him, her fingers exploring just low enough to set him off. Circenia's fingers in his hair made his eyes flutter closed, though he ducked his head against her skin to brush his lips against her breast once more, a soft curse breaking the rough facade.
The softest grunt of satisfaction was the first signal of complete enjoyment. It turned into a rumbling chuckle as he complied with his wife's wishes, trailing his lips further and further down her body. Mind relenting the loss of her hand at his cock, he reminded himself what his entire mission had been. The number of shattered dinnerware was far too minimal for his tastes, and or a moment, he delighted in the mess the servants would have to clean up when he was finished with her.
Lips working lower and lower, Keikelius kissed lightly at her thighs, trailing more toward her core with each kiss. Lifting his dark gaze up along her body, he smirked slightly as he gave no warning. No pretense. No, he knew she was impatient and he was inclined to give her exactly what she wanted right then and there. The first brushes of his tongue at the bundle of nerves at her mound were gentle, giving her body just a few moments to adjust to the invasion.
But then all bets were off. In one sharp motion, he'd wrapped his arms around both of her thighs, tugging her ever closer to him. One hand trailed against her body to both force her onto her back, denying her the satisfaction of watching him, and lightly kneading one of her breasts. The other trailed back around, keeping her thigh in place and brushing at her nerves with his thumb while he trailed his tongue directly against her core.
While at a younger age, the passion between them had a certain goal. They were forced to think of the success of their house and the success of their bloodline. The world was looking towards them to create heirs. Now, they were allowed to just enjoy what they had grown into. She was just a wife to pleasure and nothing else was expected from the act besides the pair of them creating ecstasy. Keikelius was never one for showing the affections between them in public, but there was little doubt that they were in love with each other. They had weathered three children and years and years of rumors wreaking havoc around them. They could survive anything - as long as they had each other.
The moans that erupted from deep within her naked chest. Her torso rising and falling with the rhythm of his attack made it obvious that her husband was good at hitting just the right spots. Her muscles tensing in waves as she accepted the onslaught his tongue had to offer her inner more core of being. He was perfect with his slow start, as though waiting for her to beg as she pushed harder for where he wanted to go. Before finally lapping again and again to send her writhing against the hard table. She only protested slightly as he pushed her down to the table forcing her back and unable to watch his deft moves. Lids shutting while eyes rolled back in her head from the immense pleasure of it all.
A final scream, one that would cement exactly what the lady and lord of the house were doing, broke out. Her nails raked through his hair as she pulled him away from his task. His hands pushed away as she pulled and twisted herself to take his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The smell of herself all over her husband, especially the wetness that still lingered in his beard. A hum vibrated through the kiss as she reached for his cock into her fingers caressing quickly.
Circenia scooted her naked body to be fully on the wooden table. She may have already cum once, but she still yearned for more from her husband. A breathy seduction parted her lips with a stare from those dark eyes. ”Take me.” Her talons dug into his shoulders to pull him close. Her hand still pleasuring his member as she helped aim it where she wanted it to go. She wanted it rough, it was how she always wanted. The sturdy surface of the table was a welcomed one.
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While at a younger age, the passion between them had a certain goal. They were forced to think of the success of their house and the success of their bloodline. The world was looking towards them to create heirs. Now, they were allowed to just enjoy what they had grown into. She was just a wife to pleasure and nothing else was expected from the act besides the pair of them creating ecstasy. Keikelius was never one for showing the affections between them in public, but there was little doubt that they were in love with each other. They had weathered three children and years and years of rumors wreaking havoc around them. They could survive anything - as long as they had each other.
The moans that erupted from deep within her naked chest. Her torso rising and falling with the rhythm of his attack made it obvious that her husband was good at hitting just the right spots. Her muscles tensing in waves as she accepted the onslaught his tongue had to offer her inner more core of being. He was perfect with his slow start, as though waiting for her to beg as she pushed harder for where he wanted to go. Before finally lapping again and again to send her writhing against the hard table. She only protested slightly as he pushed her down to the table forcing her back and unable to watch his deft moves. Lids shutting while eyes rolled back in her head from the immense pleasure of it all.
A final scream, one that would cement exactly what the lady and lord of the house were doing, broke out. Her nails raked through his hair as she pulled him away from his task. His hands pushed away as she pulled and twisted herself to take his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The smell of herself all over her husband, especially the wetness that still lingered in his beard. A hum vibrated through the kiss as she reached for his cock into her fingers caressing quickly.
Circenia scooted her naked body to be fully on the wooden table. She may have already cum once, but she still yearned for more from her husband. A breathy seduction parted her lips with a stare from those dark eyes. ”Take me.” Her talons dug into his shoulders to pull him close. Her hand still pleasuring his member as she helped aim it where she wanted it to go. She wanted it rough, it was how she always wanted. The sturdy surface of the table was a welcomed one.
While at a younger age, the passion between them had a certain goal. They were forced to think of the success of their house and the success of their bloodline. The world was looking towards them to create heirs. Now, they were allowed to just enjoy what they had grown into. She was just a wife to pleasure and nothing else was expected from the act besides the pair of them creating ecstasy. Keikelius was never one for showing the affections between them in public, but there was little doubt that they were in love with each other. They had weathered three children and years and years of rumors wreaking havoc around them. They could survive anything - as long as they had each other.
The moans that erupted from deep within her naked chest. Her torso rising and falling with the rhythm of his attack made it obvious that her husband was good at hitting just the right spots. Her muscles tensing in waves as she accepted the onslaught his tongue had to offer her inner more core of being. He was perfect with his slow start, as though waiting for her to beg as she pushed harder for where he wanted to go. Before finally lapping again and again to send her writhing against the hard table. She only protested slightly as he pushed her down to the table forcing her back and unable to watch his deft moves. Lids shutting while eyes rolled back in her head from the immense pleasure of it all.
A final scream, one that would cement exactly what the lady and lord of the house were doing, broke out. Her nails raked through his hair as she pulled him away from his task. His hands pushed away as she pulled and twisted herself to take his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The smell of herself all over her husband, especially the wetness that still lingered in his beard. A hum vibrated through the kiss as she reached for his cock into her fingers caressing quickly.
Circenia scooted her naked body to be fully on the wooden table. She may have already cum once, but she still yearned for more from her husband. A breathy seduction parted her lips with a stare from those dark eyes. ”Take me.” Her talons dug into his shoulders to pull him close. Her hand still pleasuring his member as she helped aim it where she wanted it to go. She wanted it rough, it was how she always wanted. The sturdy surface of the table was a welcomed one.
The sheer pleasure that Circenia cried out with was enough to set Keikelius wanting, needing his wife. If there was always one thing that he delighted in most, it was the sight of her, breathless and satisfied after a skilled working of her body and desires. H groaned softly against her thigh at the raking of her nails through his hair, not even needing her to guide him up to her. Keikelius moved of his own accord, leaning over her and kissing her firmly, one hand winding into her hair. Her tresses wrapped into his hand and he tugged her head back slightly, letting her shift her body closer to his.
Her hand on him, he let out a low growl, his teeth grazing her jaw and her neck, his grip on her hair not relenting in his desire for her. He'd had his feast and now he was to have dessert. A pleasurable end to what had been a frustrating and almost miserable day. Glancing down between their bodies, he took a moment to watch her hand, breathing out sharply at her order.
Keikelius wasn't going to make her wait any longer. He had no desire to taunt her any longer; this was something of equal need.
He sunk into her, catching her lips once more. His fingers fell from her hair, bracing his hand against the table, his other slipping around her waist to pull her close up against him. Keikelius put much of his weight against her, craving the feeling of soft skin and a taste of more than just her lips and her core. His hips snapped sharply against hers, setting a sharp, familiar pace. Lips broke from hers, once more grazing her neck but trailing further downward against her collarbone and then between her breasts.
Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he focused as much on her body as he did at driving her toward a precarious, wonderful edge. There was nothing else that mattered. Just Circenia. Just his wife. The love of his life that he would aim to please every day of his life until his breath left him.
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The sheer pleasure that Circenia cried out with was enough to set Keikelius wanting, needing his wife. If there was always one thing that he delighted in most, it was the sight of her, breathless and satisfied after a skilled working of her body and desires. H groaned softly against her thigh at the raking of her nails through his hair, not even needing her to guide him up to her. Keikelius moved of his own accord, leaning over her and kissing her firmly, one hand winding into her hair. Her tresses wrapped into his hand and he tugged her head back slightly, letting her shift her body closer to his.
Her hand on him, he let out a low growl, his teeth grazing her jaw and her neck, his grip on her hair not relenting in his desire for her. He'd had his feast and now he was to have dessert. A pleasurable end to what had been a frustrating and almost miserable day. Glancing down between their bodies, he took a moment to watch her hand, breathing out sharply at her order.
Keikelius wasn't going to make her wait any longer. He had no desire to taunt her any longer; this was something of equal need.
He sunk into her, catching her lips once more. His fingers fell from her hair, bracing his hand against the table, his other slipping around her waist to pull her close up against him. Keikelius put much of his weight against her, craving the feeling of soft skin and a taste of more than just her lips and her core. His hips snapped sharply against hers, setting a sharp, familiar pace. Lips broke from hers, once more grazing her neck but trailing further downward against her collarbone and then between her breasts.
Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he focused as much on her body as he did at driving her toward a precarious, wonderful edge. There was nothing else that mattered. Just Circenia. Just his wife. The love of his life that he would aim to please every day of his life until his breath left him.
The sheer pleasure that Circenia cried out with was enough to set Keikelius wanting, needing his wife. If there was always one thing that he delighted in most, it was the sight of her, breathless and satisfied after a skilled working of her body and desires. H groaned softly against her thigh at the raking of her nails through his hair, not even needing her to guide him up to her. Keikelius moved of his own accord, leaning over her and kissing her firmly, one hand winding into her hair. Her tresses wrapped into his hand and he tugged her head back slightly, letting her shift her body closer to his.
Her hand on him, he let out a low growl, his teeth grazing her jaw and her neck, his grip on her hair not relenting in his desire for her. He'd had his feast and now he was to have dessert. A pleasurable end to what had been a frustrating and almost miserable day. Glancing down between their bodies, he took a moment to watch her hand, breathing out sharply at her order.
Keikelius wasn't going to make her wait any longer. He had no desire to taunt her any longer; this was something of equal need.
He sunk into her, catching her lips once more. His fingers fell from her hair, bracing his hand against the table, his other slipping around her waist to pull her close up against him. Keikelius put much of his weight against her, craving the feeling of soft skin and a taste of more than just her lips and her core. His hips snapped sharply against hers, setting a sharp, familiar pace. Lips broke from hers, once more grazing her neck but trailing further downward against her collarbone and then between her breasts.
Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he focused as much on her body as he did at driving her toward a precarious, wonderful edge. There was nothing else that mattered. Just Circenia. Just his wife. The love of his life that he would aim to please every day of his life until his breath left him.
