Aroused

"I have missed you!" he whispered fiercely, running his hands with great familiarity over her body.

She giggled, and pushed him away enough to look into his face. His features were handsome but her mind was clouded with the image of the man in the portrait. When he kissed her again she moaned and let him drag her off to his rooms. He had taken quarters on the second floor, rooms she had not had a chance to look through. The room rivaled the size of the tower room where she had spent last night but the bed wasn't nearly as elegant, but all the same it was soft beneath her as Thomas stripped her gown from her body. He kissed her breasts lightly his fingers drawing tentative circles on the small of her back. She found it frustrating instead of tender and found that she wanted him to be more forceful. To take her body that she so willingly gave to him. She ran her hands into his hair grabbing him firmly and pulling him in tight against her chest. He protested, then gave in but not before giving her a curious look. He slipped between her legs parting her pussy lips and tasting her with his tongue. He was a considerate lover but today she felt that he just wasn't enough. It took too long for her to cum, though she did. It was nothing compared to the fierceness with which she remembered cumming the night before at her own hands.

She sighed and rolled Thomas over mounting him and riding him hard. His hands pulled at her waist slowing her down as she bounced harder on his hips. Finally with frustration she slapped him hard across his face accusing him of being selfish. Thomas looked hurt and angry and only then did he take her aggressively. Plowing into her with strong deep thrusts. She dug her fingernails into his back and wrapped her thighs around his waist. With each thrust a grunt tore from her throat and then a deep wail as she began to cum, but it was over too soon and Thomas rolled away from her. He touched his injured shoulders gingerly looking back at her in askance. She stretched out and laid a hand on his neck, stroking him in a way she knew excited him but he pushed her away. He stood and dressed leaving the room without saying anything further.

Isabo slammed a fist into the bed cursing most unladylike. She sighed in frustration flopping onto her back and staring at the ceiling. She mentally ticked off each of her male staff dismissing each summarily as having little interest in bed since she had already tasted their wares. She did the same with her female staff, and while part of the application process for her lady's in waiting was the willingness to eat pussy, she wanted a man between her thighs. She thought again of the night before, her mind automatically glossing over the truth for a dimmed more erotic version of what she thought was fantasy.

This time she placed the face and physique of Lord Drake over her body. She reached between her thighs as she imagined his rough hands touching her creamy skin, his knees parting her thighs and his rigid cock pushing into her as she slowly fucked herself with two fingers. Her other hand roughly twisted and pinched her nipples as she masturbated. She was soon near cumming and she held herself at that point for many long moments, savoring the torturous sweetness of riding the brink.

A gust of cold air across her skin distracted her and her eyes flew open thinking that perhaps Thomas had returned. She found nothing, hearing a soft rumble of masculine laughter across the room.

"That is not amusing, Thomas!" she whispered.

She felt another chill and shivered, her nipples becoming taut again. This time she found nothing arousing by the sensation and quickly drew on her dress. She rearranged herself and nearly ran for the door feeling the panic in her chest growing by the second. She threw open the door...