Lillitu wasn't angry. She wasn't angry at all. She was happy to know that dear Erdgar had gained the fortitude required to walk among the public with a bare face. And if her servants could be believed, and there was no reason not to, his wife was pleased to be seen with him.
She kept her most interesting guest, Lady Bethaline Bransted, in a secluded corner of the hall near a small table loaded with treats, teasing her by swiping a whipped cream covered cake with a very active tongue. Then she whispered to the pretty Bethaline, "Your Marquess Danthen hasn't come with you."
Bethaline's face reddened almost as dark as her rouge. "He's been quite busy, I'm afraid."
"Of course he's been busy." Lillitu popped the cake into her mouth, chomped on it a few times, then swallowed. She licked at her teeth, and then she said very smoothly, "Meanwhile, dear little Danetta has found an attentive man."
Bethaline made a pouty huff of a sound.
"You don't believe she could possibly be happy with that man, do you?"
"I can't believe you'd believe it."
Lillitu smirked at her.
***
Yes.
Her mind was screaming out the word yes.
She wasn't in her bedroom. She was in her husband's. It was a bedroom in the townhouse, not the castle, but that didn't matter. This was another step closer to her husband's heart, and she wanted that heart. She had already opened hers up to him.
The room was somewhat bare, but an ashy, woody scent was all around. There was a good amount of space for moving about, which was excellent. They were going to need it.
Danetta demanded that before they undress, they should light as many lamps as safely as possible. Only when several glowing lights allowed her to see every inch of her husband's face did she reach toward him to pull away his clothing.
Yes.
There was no disgust, no revulsion. At worst, she felt pity as his body was revealed. From the navel up, there were angry scars. Her palms slithered all around his flesh, and she kissed as much of him as he allowed.
Still fully dressed in her extravagant ballgown and elaborate jewelry, Danetta knelt down, her skirts crunching and brushing against themselves on the hardwood floor. Her tongue tasted the rouge on her lips, and she grinned.
The sight of her husband's hardening penis was rather lovely.
Yes!
"Erdgar," she cooed up to him, "I love you. I love you so solemnly that I nearly feel pain."
His fingers massaged her neck. He looked down at her with an askew grin. "Is that so?"
"Yes!" Danetta reached up and gripped his haunches. From the waist down, he was fairly normal. There was even body hair, and her palms were tickled by the delicious rustling there. Her ears were thrilled by the scratchy sounds. Her nose was happy to inhale the masculine, heady scent coming from his groin. "I want to please you, Dear Husband."
"Wait for me to tell you I love you."
She had to stop herself from laughing. Then she cleared her throat and waited.
"I love you, Danetta. I've always admired your beauty, but now I understand that I have love for you."
"Are you certain, Dear Master?" She was teasing him.
"Of course, my Sweet Mistress."
"Then let me please you."
"Hmmm?" Erdgar's fingernail delicately tapped her earrings, making little "ta ta ta" noises.
She reached around and pressed her fingers into his buttocks, kneading them, leading him closer to her hungry mouth. Her lips expanded over the head of his penis, and then she sucked as much of him in as she could.
Erdgar moaned deep, and Danetta loved the sound. She let her fingers slide back around to his front, and then she reached under him, to his testicles. She was pleased to note that they were warm, soft, and delightfully hairy. Her palms and fingers cupped the testicles cautiously. Danetta didn't know much about testicles, but she imagined that one needed to be careful with them. They seemed so delicate.
"Yes ... oh yes, Darling!"
Soon, he was ramming himself into her mouth, and Danetta was making little murmurs with every thrust against her throat. The thickness was intense. The soreness was returning, the long, almost cramp-like, feeling that seemed to come whenever her husband's eager erection was pushing into her mouth. Her happiness blanketed over the pain.
Soon, though, Erdgar moved away, sliding his penis out of her mouth. He gripped her silk clad arm and pulled her to her feet. Then he bent over her and kissed her so acutely, so heavily, that Danetta nearly swooned. His arm crossed over her back, and his tongue ravaged her senses. He was tasting himself in her mouth, groaning into her. He was also likely tasting her rouge. It was spreading around his mouth, and he didn't seem to care.
Danetta did, though. She patted his chest with her palm and wrenched her mouth away. "Erdgar! I've ruined your face! We should wash ourselves."
A red, almost wicked grin flashed down at her.
They both hurried to clean their faces clean at a wash stand. Their movements were so rushed, so rough, that Danetta's face burned and tingled from the scrubbing. She imagined that Erdgar's face felt much the same. Danetta decided to wipe his penis clean too, since her makeup was all over that area. Erdgar had rather enjoyed that.
Then their hearts and minds were renewed with lustful vigor. They held each other again, kissing and nuzzling. Erdgar helped her to undress, but he still stole moments to kiss or stroke her. When she was in nothing but her chemise and stockings, he lost his patience. He literally lifted her up, one arm at her back and the other under her knees. While his arms were strong and steady, they were also quite scarred by fire. Danetta didn't really mind. He functioned perfectly well.
Gingerly, carefully, he placed his wife onto his bed, which held a combination of scents, all of them manly. Danetta chirped like a bird and stretched out her limbs. Her hair had been set free, and it tumbled over the blankets and bed-sheets. She knew her body was flushed and waiting for him.
"Erdgar, won't you touch me? Please?"
The man bent over her, and his right hand slid up and down one of her thighs. Her chemise was gathered up in the process, revealing more of her blushing skin. Danetta's breath was laboring in her bosom. Her great breasts joggled against her torso. Her nipples stiffened.
Quickly, his fingers skated over the blonde curls between her thighs, putting a light pressure between her delicate labia. Danetta shivered and clawed her hands into pillows above her head.
"There's an angel in my bed." Erdgar's eyes, as misshapen as the lids were, seemed to hold a ravenous joy. He put more weight in his fingers, touching more of her. Her toes dug into the bed-sheets as he said, "I remember the taste of her nectar very well."
A finger slipped inside. Danetta squealed as her inner muscles spasmed and squeezed around it. She heard something slick and gooey, and she realized she was already wet for her loving husband.
"Are you releasing your sweet nectar for me, Darling?"
Some of Danetta's fingers flew up to her mouth. She whined against them.
His thumb lightly touched her blooming clitoris, and she almost bit her hand.
"Would you let me drink from you, Sweet Angel?"
She keened out something incomprehensible.
