Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Apr 17, 2010 14:58:59 GMT -5
I returned home from the palace, a smile unfaltering from my face, my demeanor changing so greatly that I recieved wide eyed looks from my staff when I returned.
"Mmmy lord?" My head maid greated me as she took my cloak.
"Are.. you alright?" I chuckled softly; if felt good to chuckle.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking." I leaned in and kissed her forehead as I breezed past her.
"Its a good day to be alive!" I laughed as I called back over my shoulder to her, chuckling as I near skipped up the stairs to my rooms.
It was late at night, and though I wanted to have a hot bath, I didn't want to go through the rigamarole of heating water and having to wake most of the staff. So I settled for a quick wash in the water basin and decided to simply get up early and bathe then.
As I undressed I couldn't help but feel my smile, so wide that it split my face and made my jaw ache; but Gods did it feel good! I couldn't remember that last time I had been this happy; I could actually, it was when Aza had agreed to be my wife. I was hopeful.
I couldn't be too hopeful though, when I had spoken of the rumours surrounding her she did not tell me they were false, so I had to assume that perhaps she was caught up with hesitation because she had met some one new. I tried not to let it bother me though, I focused solely in Aza and the image of her today.
I slipped off my shirt, then my boots, and finally my breeches before laying them down to their proper spots as I continued to think of Aza. Gods, she was as beautiful as ever, more so if it was possible, and all I could think was;
Could this be? Could things be fixed, solved, good again? Could I have my wife back, could I be happy again, have my life... our life back how it was?
I padded naked over to the fire, stoking it to fill the room with light and heat before moving about to distinquish the low burning flames of the oil lanterns and tappered candles about the room, before finally climbing into bed.
As I settled myself, pulling the covers over me, I couldn't help be let my mind wander to what she said about being at the Temple of Kushiel, about the welts on her back and about the way she had just simply stripped before me to reveal her naked form. It wasn't till I had closed my eyes and was rememniscing about the old days that I felt my member pushing up against the bed clothes.
Aza, oh gods, look what you do to me. My hand strayed and began to gently touch my half hardened member as I regailed myself in the memories of our time together. One such time was the day she showed up with sexy lingerie, a corset I remember, that I had torn from her body.
I gasped a little as my member was now not just erect but straining viciously in my hand. I began to think of her mouth, the way she let it slide down my member, taking me into her throat. I thought about her breasts, firm yet soft and how I would love to play with her nipples till they were hard.
My breathing increased and so did the presure of my hand, stroking up and down gently before I reached up, cupped my hand and spit into it before returning it to it's grasp on my phallus. Harder and harder I stroked, thinking about the taste of her, about pushing my face in between her legs and making her cum all over my mouth. I thought about her wet entrance and hearing her beg me to put myself in her. I thought about her anus... that tight soft rose bud. I thought about it all and groaned.
My testes tightened and I gasped, over and over as I pushed the bed sheets down, letting my member breath as I stroked it faster and faster, my body exposed to the cold. My own nipples hardened and I reached down with my other hand to pull gently at my sac; playing with it. I pulled again, stroked hard, once, twice, thrice before I cried out softly and began to spill my seed along my stomach and over my hand. I used my seed to help pump my hand along my rigid length, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure left, and when I had, I collapsed onto the bed; sated.
Azabel
"Mmmy lord?" My head maid greated me as she took my cloak.
"Are.. you alright?" I chuckled softly; if felt good to chuckle.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking." I leaned in and kissed her forehead as I breezed past her.
"Its a good day to be alive!" I laughed as I called back over my shoulder to her, chuckling as I near skipped up the stairs to my rooms.
It was late at night, and though I wanted to have a hot bath, I didn't want to go through the rigamarole of heating water and having to wake most of the staff. So I settled for a quick wash in the water basin and decided to simply get up early and bathe then.
As I undressed I couldn't help but feel my smile, so wide that it split my face and made my jaw ache; but Gods did it feel good! I couldn't remember that last time I had been this happy; I could actually, it was when Aza had agreed to be my wife. I was hopeful.
I couldn't be too hopeful though, when I had spoken of the rumours surrounding her she did not tell me they were false, so I had to assume that perhaps she was caught up with hesitation because she had met some one new. I tried not to let it bother me though, I focused solely in Aza and the image of her today.
I slipped off my shirt, then my boots, and finally my breeches before laying them down to their proper spots as I continued to think of Aza. Gods, she was as beautiful as ever, more so if it was possible, and all I could think was;
Could this be? Could things be fixed, solved, good again? Could I have my wife back, could I be happy again, have my life... our life back how it was?
I padded naked over to the fire, stoking it to fill the room with light and heat before moving about to distinquish the low burning flames of the oil lanterns and tappered candles about the room, before finally climbing into bed.
As I settled myself, pulling the covers over me, I couldn't help be let my mind wander to what she said about being at the Temple of Kushiel, about the welts on her back and about the way she had just simply stripped before me to reveal her naked form. It wasn't till I had closed my eyes and was rememniscing about the old days that I felt my member pushing up against the bed clothes.
Aza, oh gods, look what you do to me. My hand strayed and began to gently touch my half hardened member as I regailed myself in the memories of our time together. One such time was the day she showed up with sexy lingerie, a corset I remember, that I had torn from her body.
I gasped a little as my member was now not just erect but straining viciously in my hand. I began to think of her mouth, the way she let it slide down my member, taking me into her throat. I thought about her breasts, firm yet soft and how I would love to play with her nipples till they were hard.
My breathing increased and so did the presure of my hand, stroking up and down gently before I reached up, cupped my hand and spit into it before returning it to it's grasp on my phallus. Harder and harder I stroked, thinking about the taste of her, about pushing my face in between her legs and making her cum all over my mouth. I thought about her wet entrance and hearing her beg me to put myself in her. I thought about her anus... that tight soft rose bud. I thought about it all and groaned.
My testes tightened and I gasped, over and over as I pushed the bed sheets down, letting my member breath as I stroked it faster and faster, my body exposed to the cold. My own nipples hardened and I reached down with my other hand to pull gently at my sac; playing with it. I pulled again, stroked hard, once, twice, thrice before I cried out softly and began to spill my seed along my stomach and over my hand. I used my seed to help pump my hand along my rigid length, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure left, and when I had, I collapsed onto the bed; sated.
Azabel