Chapter 4: The Pleasure Nymph
He kissed her on the forehead before leaving for the afternoon, curled up on her bed with a book of ancient magick's she sighed contentedly as his lips brushed over her skin. Her mind briefly remembered their passionate love making from the previous hours as he disappeared from the bedroom to leave. An ache of yearning for another hour or more of that struck her as she heard his horse neigh from below, she started to rise up from the bed to stop him, but decided in a quick instant to let him depart. After all he had promised to return early in the eve with a surprise. Who am I, she pondered, to stop her lover from bringing her a gift. Laughing a bit at herself, the beautiful witch opened her book and immersed herself into her reading.
The evening soon was upon the household and it was nearly too dark to read from the natural light, deciding upon some dinner, she went to the cabinet in the kitchen and took out some bread and wine, just something to nibble on before her lover returned. Her appetite for his hard cock was greater then her hunger for food. Drinking a second glass of the wine, she let her mind wander again back to the afternoon. His hands had plied her body to his wanton desires, rubbing a hand over her leg she thought of how his hands had touched her, smiling at the memory of how her leg looked pressed against his shoulder as he had thrust his cock into her. His lips kissing the side of her calf, before pushing it off of him and pressing her bent legs up and sliding his cock into her deeper. Her fingers had found her sore clit without her realizing it, and she began to fondle herself, remembering the details of how his lips bit and sucked on her breasts. Without even looking she knew that he had left marks, his marks on her, claiming his property with them. It did not take the beauty long to gasp out her own orgasm from the thoughts of the afternoon. Smiling in satisfaction of her masturbation, she arose from the settee and poured another glass of wine, enjoying the warmth from her pussy and the warmth to her insides from the wine.
Back up in the bedroom she lit a few candles and sunk back onto the bed and opened up the tome where she had left off, however her mind was not on the reading but again on her lover. So closing her eyes she drifted off into a light sleep, to await his homecoming.
The sound of the teleporter brought her from her sleep, the candles had long since succumb to a pool of candle wax, so the only light in the room was from the half moon that hung low in the sky. His figure was silhouetted in the arch of the door, but she knew that he wore a delicious smile. The beauty sat up slightly in the bed as he came towards her, his well-formed body moved with a masculine grace. "Hello there sexy". She looked up at him smiling, "Hello Lover", she purred back as he leaned over and nipped at her lips. The sound of his voice was dark and husky, the perfect blend of plainsman and years of Drowish influence.