Alynia waved kindly as Mezzo followed the servant. He seemed excited to be back as his eyes widened tying to take back in everything he saw. The bright flickering lights, which were made by magic instead of electricity, the ornate decorations of the castle it was all very different from what Mezzo was used to inside the camp cool cave.

Still he seemed happy to be back and that thought made Alynia smile. She liked Mezzo, she really did. He was sweet and protective of her, and Alynia enjoyed caring for him too. But right now she was tired, not the kind of tired where she desperately needed sleep. She was in the mood where she wanted to relax.

She had only made it a few feet down the hall before she felt something such her up against the wall. And just like that he was set upon her. Her hands could not move as some force pressed them into the wallpaper behind her, but she was not complaining as Oberron’s lips swooped down onto hers.

She received him with enthusiasm, melting into the warmth of his lips as her eyes fluttered shut in bliss. She moaned quietly as his hands ran up and down her sides. “You’re right, it’s just us two.” Alynia remarked gasping breathily as his hands went up cupping and massaging her breasts.

Alynia had a feeling that he had been waiting a while to do that while they had been traveling with Mezzo. The force that had pressed her against the wall lightened up, she did not hesitate to wrap her arms around his shoulder pulling him closer to her. She squeaked as his lips trailed to her jaw line planting a line of amorous kisses to behind her ear.

Her eyes blinked open uncertainly as he pulled away. She was biting her bottom lip again as she eyed him with interest. “I had been planning on making cookies…” she admitted softly. She sighed. “But I don’t want to wait until I get back, you flirtatious jerk.” She muttered pulling him into another heart stopping kiss.

“I’m sore. I’m tired as anything. But I still want you.” She whispered into one of his long ears nipping at it playfully.

“Give me an hour.” She requested. “I’ll meet you in the master bedroom.” Alynia continued before Oberron could complain. She had a feeling she wouldn’t have time to bake anything unless she cut a few corners with magic or what not, but really she wanted to take a shower at the very least. Maybe change into something a bit more suggestive.

She looked thoughtful for a moment as she looked into his piercing violet eyes. “Do you think you can wait that long?” Alynia muttered kissing his neck.

Oberron knew that his wife was exhausted. It was a long day though he assumed much of her weariness came from that time they shared in the cave. Even if that was untrue Oberron liked to think it was the truth as he stepped to her side again as he seized up her hand and watching after Mezz left them … yes, the goblin was almost out of sight now.

No doubt she knew the meaning behind the grin that spread over his lips then as he looked at her then.
It was not dificult to decipher what was going through his mind on occasion though at others it had been downright impossible, which seemed to be those 10%ers rather than the 90% that he had so often thought about something dirty.

But almost as the goblin dipped out of sight did Oberron act forcing his wife up against the wall, his lips taken advantage of her dredictment given the strength of that telekinetic force that was holding her fast.

She tasted so sweet, her lips against him as he took what she had him yearning for. Oberron, behave? Barely and now she was feeling how much he had curbed the tension that he felt.

She knew that his passions could be similar t a storm's intesity sweeping over her and there was only so much he could bottle up and for so long. Still when he had it showed what incredible restraint he possessed.

Right now though there was still something holding him in check … her …

His hands still cupped those wonderful breasts that he delighted in so much. His lips still tingling with the after math of that kiss, their bodies still shedding that pale light from such a heated contact foreshadowing the light that they would shed if they were to join completely. It was so common now that one or the other or both were glowing that they did nt really notice it unless in the darkest of places which never seemed so dark …

Drawn closer to her he assailed her with a barrage of kisses tasting her salty flesh as he swished his tongue against her … had she know … well she would probably find that a bit humourous considering he loved every aspect of her. She probably would not know how to take the matter though so he refrained from mentioning anything of that nature least he worry her when he was not trying to alarm her at all.

Cookies didn't taste as sweet and he egaerly went back to kissing her, rather having this to remember her by than a bunch of cookies anyway, not that they were bad he just had his preferences …

He groaned a little at hearing that as she nipped at his ear still he pulled away just a little, his hands resting upon her hips as he peered into those brown eyes.

“I may have something ...” but then he was kissing her again not really wanting to use the alternatives anyway, not even wasting the breath to explain what he was thinking when his time was better spent kissing her lips greedily ….

“An hour?” He practically whined. He wanted to play now, he waited long enough as it were but he sighed then smiled at her. “One hour and no a second longer or I'll have to punish you ...” There he covered it. If she were going to make him wait those three days he was going to punish her but as it became obvious that she was only going to make him wait this short time then he added in a condition where they could have the best of both worlds ...

It was most likely that her weariness came from their earlier activities, to be fair he had been abnormally rough with her today. Not that she minded of course, but Alynia winced at some bruises he had given her earlier while she was pushed up against the wall. But it didnt matter. She was glad he waited until Mezzo, because she kissed Oberron back just as eagerly.

Alynia stuttered slightly at his grin, but the words were cut from her lips as his mouth moved against hers, practically draining any hopes of her to make coherent sentences. His mind was easy to read when he wanted her to. Even as his hands meshed against her soft mounds she could tell he was still holding back even though he had been patient for quite some time. She mewled softly, knowing that soon all that repressed lust was to be released.

He was kissing and nibbling at everything his lips could reach. Her face, her neck and it felt fantastic. It wasn't hard to tell that he wasn't in the mood for cookies. Alynia whined playfully, half heartedly trying to wriggle away. She was glowing, and so was he. This was a side effect of being aroused she had no control over, it was kind of embarrassing as well because certainly her husband knew what it meant when her skin emitted that pale shimmering light.

"Only an hour." She told him comfortingly as they seperated from another kiss. Still Alynia flushed at the mention of punishment. The strange things a single word could do to her. Alynia had a feeling he might have been implying he wanted to punish her, but she wasn't too sure if she wanted to be late or not. Her body still felt the after shock of what had happened earlier today, thankfully Alynia was pretty sure Oberron wouldn't risk revealing his other form again while they were in the castle. She was positive she wouldn't be able to handle that again until she had a bit more adequate recovery time. She shuddered at the erotic memory.

With a final slow sensuous kiss to his lips, she gave him a coy grin and squirmed away from the king making her way down the corridor. She winked at him once before turning the corner. Alynia knew she had no time to do any baking, Mezzo would just have to wait until she got back to try some of her sweets.

The only thing she had really wanted to do was to take a shower, and since they were going to meet in the master bedroom anyway why not use the shower up there? With such logic in mind she made her way up the the largest bedroom in the castle. First she went to her dresser which she kept a only a few things in. Most of her belongings were in the illusionary glade which Oberron still preferred to stay in. She laid out on the bed a pink night gown and matching underwear. Alynia liked how soft the material was, but she had a feeling Oberron would more appreciate the tight fit and low cut. She had butterflies in her stomach. It was nice to dress up for her husband once in a while.

She stepped into the bathroom, not bothering to close to the door. Alynia was thinking that if her husband came in, it would give her a better judgement on time. She clicked on the shower, stripped off the lovley yellow gown Oberron had given her, and stepped under the warm stream of water. The heat was relaxing, and the water felt fantastic against her soft naked flesh. Alynia did not hesitate to reach for some of the pleasantly fragmented soaps as she cleaned herself knowing that she had the time.

After rinsing off the fresh scented suds, Alynia shut off the water, stepping out and wrapping herself in one of those tiny fluffy towels. Quickly drying herself, she wondered how much the hour had passed as she ran a brush through her black locks. But Alynia should be fine, all that was left for her to do was to dress and wait for the king to arrive.

His lips danced against hers waiting this long to get to the castle. Their had been goldn opportunities that he had passed up along the way such as tossing her into the river or the quartet of nixies that they encountered but in truth he supposed that it hadn't been more than six hours since the cave, six hours too long according to him and Oberron took those painful calculations in. Another hour was manageable but was going to be tough of course.

Lust and passion battled against one another though patience had been tossed in there for good measure as his heated violet eyes gazed at her. The tempest was swiftly moving toward her and if she were not careful it would sweep her up and consume her. Even knowing that she could sense that he was incredibly close to losing that thin hold and the longer he had to wait the worse it was likely to be for her in long run though there was a certain thrill at being engulfed by that sorm.

He indeed knew what it meant when she shed that pale light though he frowned as she squirmed away from him braking that closeness that they established. He sighed as he contmplated, those violet eyes hungrily taking in the sites of her body, watching the effect that he had upon it already and conversly the effect that she had so easily generated in him.

Now Oberron was clued in to most of her sexual thoughts and picked up on the flush that stole over her features then. He knew that her mind was likely attaching punishment with what they did at the cave though he had not though she was linking that incident to what he would or wouldn't do at the castle. Would he loose such control at the castle? Probably not unless of course Alynia asked for that and they were very, very careful.

It may not have seemed it but he was very taken by her to the point where she could ask of just about anything and he would undertake it if it were in his power …

She pulled away with that finally kiss then that wink! One hour … not long by fey standards but the next hour was going to be an eternity to endure. He was on his way to the master bed room where he was planning on keep track of the passing seconds and minutes, he was doing so now in his head as he walked onward … yes, cookies could wait he thought.

He had no idea that Alynia was rushing off there and if he did he could have shown her the secret passage but if not for Corte. Blah, blah, goblins! Blah, blah, the Marquis of Fionvar … blah, blah, blah – wait! He paused. “What was that?”

“Crom the Thane of the dwarves has been kidnapped and won't be at ths summit.”

“Who's going in his place?”

“Demarco Boulder Dash if I'm not mistaken ...”

Blah, blah, blah, it continued further delaying the frustrated king.

Finally! Running a kingdom was such work that he was actually late by ten minutes or so but he did not come through the door but rather the secret passage that opened up in the north wall. “No punishment today,” he sighed then paused as he took stock of her in the night gown, forgetting what he intended on saying as he gazed at her with a fiendish grin on his features.

“Turn around, let me see. I don't recall seeing this one before. Did Fiona recommend the pattern or did you make this one.” It looked … well nice was too tame of a word, sexy maybe too strong of a word, well this was Alynia he was dealing with so maybe sexy was the right word after all.

She had been kneeling on the large soft bed waiting for Oberron. It had been the first time she wore this night gown for quite some time. The material was tight around her breasts showing off the contours of those perfectly circular orbs. It also dipped very low (too low in her opinion) on her cleavage. It was also rather short for it barely stopped past her waist line.

Those tight pink panties she wore matched perfectly with the top and were adorned with a modest amount of white lace. It covered her backside, but just barely. Alynia was excited, and she could barely contain it. She hadnt been waiting long when she heard the scraping sound, not of the front door, but of the secret passage instead.

Alynia blinked in surprise she had forgotten that that particular secret entrance existed. But her head perked up at the sound of her husband's voice like a puppy who was obediantly waiting for her master.

Alynia let out a breath too at the sound of no punishment, it was a strange mix of disappointment and relief that only he could bring her but there was always next time too. She giggled as he seemed to have lost his train of words once he saw her. But a timid expression returned once she saw his features morph into a mischievous grin.

She climbed off the bed and she turned around, letting Oberron see the interestingly laced backside of the gown. Alynia was blushing, he probably knew it even though he couldn't see. "Fiona gave it to me some time ago." She admitted. "Though I had to change the size a bit." Alynia muttered pinching the cloth that was still too tight around her chest. Oh well, Oberron probably liked it better this way.

Alynia turned back around giving him a coy grin. "I hope you like it." She told him quietly as she stepped toward him until they were chest to chest. He was taller than her. Usually they were more or less the same height but that was when she was wearing high heels.

Alynia gently placed her hands on his chest and leaned upward to kiss his sweetly on the cheek. "See an hour wasn't all too bad." She pointed out trailing her lips to his jaw line and neck. Alynia nipped and sucked lightly on his skin before finally pressing her lips against his.

"Make love to me my king." She moaned softly inbetween her kisses. Alynia stood up on her tip toes until she could playfully nibble one of his ears, she knew he was sensitive there. "Be gentle." She whispered softly.

The tensions in dealing with the problems of the kingdom had not lingered long for the sight before him made him forget this for a moment. He had his wife turn around and gazed at the material marveling at how it went so well with her creamy skin. Her hair contrasted her skin tone though the lightere colors were something that she could get away wi8th no doubt.

Oberron enjoyed seeing her in lighter shades of course, light blues and greens, yellow, pink though he liked it best when she wore nothing at all. He smiled at what he saw, grinned even though he could see that his wife was having some reservations at her selection of garments though soon enough she had closed in and he embraced her with the circle of those powerful arms.

Her kisses were always so drugging and he had to rember to thank Fiona later for the outfit.

“Yes, you are a bit more top heavy then she is though I am not complaining about that.” His hands slid over her breasts, his touch soft as he moved against that clevage showing no disrespect to his two friends.

He even groaned a little feeling her nibble that ear of his though he had found his eyes opening again as he nodded to her, lips pulled away from him.

“I swear if Corte kept going on and on I would have bent him over!” Oberron moved. “An hour never seemed to move slower.” Well he was ten minutes late so that hour had to have felt like 70 minutes!

Not wishing to ruin the moment he said nothing about the dwarvish thane or who was taking his place at the delegation for there was plenty of time for that later though if the dwaves seemed particularly dour that was the reason behind it!

He would tell her before she left, he was too distracted to do so now as her lips sealed over his drinking in that essence even as he tasted her's, a pale glow at the intensity of that kiss strolled over them both as he was forced to gasp as they broke it. He was uncertain who needed air first though he was grinning, that wasn't all he was either, he was hard and no doubt pressed this close together she could feel the contents of his spetre pressing against her.

As if she had to ask … maybe the gentle part depending what sort of mood he was in. He was usually gentle with her though there were bouts where he was rougher with her too.

His hands settled to her hips as he drew her to the side of the bed.

“Of course.” And he laid her down on the bed. There was a brief glow as he conjured up something, handing it to her, a blind fold. “But that on.” He waited for her to comply then spent a moment repositioning her so her head was atop a pillow. Next he conjured up a few straps that he could secure to the bed post, strapping her in if she did not resist of course.

In any case he could not help but kiss her once more. “I want to play a little game ...”

Alynia sighed happily as his strong arms held her tight, but she flushed very slightly as her husband commented I the size of her breasts. His words were emphasized as he ran his hands over them dipping his fingers into her cleavages. Alynia whimpered as her nipples hardened with ease. She could feel them straining against the fabric.

It was a simple touch too, the way his fingers danced against her skin made her body show all signs of wanting him. Her knees squeezed together trying to settle that familiar heat at her core, her breasts swelled beckoning him to play with. Alynia's eyes had hazed over, though her expression was still characteristically timid.

Of course her skin was glowing too, but this was not just her. Oberron was emitted that light too. She squeaked cutely as she felt his length harden slightly. It was all too clearly felt as kt rubbed against her stomach. The thin fabric of her night gown did absolutely nothing for her. She could feel all of him, and this made that cherry red blush paint onto her cheeks.

But he took advantage of her flustered state kissing her again. Alynia moaned as her tounge carefully pushed passed his lips entangling that wet appendage with his. The only thing that made them break apart was the lack of oxygen and primal need to continue with their intentions.

"Oh god, Oberron.." She moaned softly. "I want you so badly." Alynia hips wriggled slightly against his showing him clearly what she needed. "I don't know if I'll be able to take too much of your teasing." She admitted as he grabbed her waist and led her to the bed. Alynia gasped in surprise as he lifted her as if she was nothing but air, placing her softly on the bed.

She bit her lip nervously, he had agreed to be gentle, but who knows what he would consider gentle. Alnia did not bring this up, for the way he kept her guessing made her insides churn with delight.

She tilted her head curiously as he conjured up a piece of black cloth. "A-a blindfold?" She stuttered surprised. She wasn't so sure about but she obeyed tying the strip of cloth around her head. Alynia blinked, she couldn't see anything. Actually that wasn't true, just a bit of line shone through the cloth letting her see some blurry, indecipherable shadows but other than that her sense of sight had been completely robbed.

A shiver went up her spine, but she was comforted as he kissed her again. She felt his hands draw her arms up, tying her to the bed posts. Alynia whimpered audibly. "M-must you tie me up like this?" She asked him. "I w-want to touch you." Alynia was blushing, as she murmured her confession quietly.

"But wait... What kind of game?" She asked breathlessly. Her heart pounded in her chest, she almost felt as she was simply going to explode from anticipation alone. If being tied, bound, gagged too for all she cared was going to help them play Alynia would succumb to anything he offered. God, it was only he who could make her feel this excited, this wet, and this needy.

It had always been easy to determine her excitement level, especially as she tried to resist it. Her knees squeeing together earlier and now the splash of color that appeared on her full cheeks as her eye sight had been taken.

Of course she whined a little at loosing her sight though he insisted and she allowed this of course. She even alllowed him to bind her despite her later confessions though he smiled at those words as he reached down slowly drawing the night gown up over her ribs exposing her chest as he drew the night gown up over those hills then bent down, mouthing a breast as he ran a tongue against her hardened nipple.

“It will not be for long,” he refered to keeping her restrainted before taking her other breast in his mouth though his tongue swished against that nipple. The splash of color on her cheeks had been golden as he looked upon her.

His hand moved between her thighs rubbing over her covered se, smelling her excitement dash against his nostrils as he drew in that luscious scent that hung in the air. He smiled at her then as she asked her question though his hand was still working its way between her tighs as he lifted his face up from the hills that topped her breasts. Again a smile lit up the features of his face as he sat up on his knees stroking through her hair with a hand and looking upon her with those brillant purple eyes.

“A simple guessing game my dear,” Oberron answered. “I am going to conjure up things. You can touch them, well feel them at least. Smell them, taste them even but you have to guess what they are. I so want you and cannot maintain my focus for much longer so there will only be three objects … if you gess the majority of them you can choose the time you depart tomorrow, if you fail then you leave at first light ...”

He explained the rules, the game was rather simple at that. And he considered that it was fairly easy though he did not wish to send her off at first light. It was obvious that she was probably going to want to sleep in tomorrow not that he would be complaining about that either as he summoned up the objects he needed and set them on the night stand. If she agreed to the terms it was time to begin and he started with the difficult one first to get her to worry, to get her uncertain …

He took the first object freeing up his hands as he levitated the object in the air, his hands folding against her breasts, squeeing them together as he made her clevage nice and tight.

It felt as is his shaft was working between her her breasts, his fingers dashing against her nipples as his fingers tolled against her.

He groaned softly, it sounded as if he were pleasuring himself with her, but tue object between her breasts wasn't as warm. It was not cold, rather it was room temperature. Though his hold on her breasts relaxed after he leaned forward and liked one of those orbs.

The object was long like a shaft too, and she could feel that it was similar at least in size as he drew aside her panties, the end of which was moving against the warm and excited slit of her body as it pressed into her just a little, two inches, then three as it pressed back and forth against her.

“Venture a guess or do you want a taste first.?” He was making this tougher tooif she wanted a smell no doubt the object would dmell like her too ...

She moaned quietly as she felt his hands reach for the hem of her nightgown, rolling it up until her pert mounds were completely exposed to him. Alynia couldn't see a thig he was doing so she cried out insurprise as she felt his lips wrap around one of her swelled nubs.

Her back arched into him wanting more of his heavenly touch. She whimpered as she strained slightly against her bounds as she wanted to run her fingers through his hair. His words comforted her slightly as Alynia forced herself with difficulty to calm down. But then his lips gave the same treatment to her neglected twin, and Alynia cried out in slight frustration again.

Alynia was blushing because, she didnt know how she could tell, but she knew he was watching her reactions. Especially as she buckled slightly when his hand reached between her thighs, carressing her sex over those laced panties.

Her thighs shyly parted, silently asking for more. He pleasured her there for a bit as his lips made continuous work on thise marvelous breasts of hers, but Oberron seemed to have other plans in mind too as he pulled away to gently stroke her hair.

Alynia blinked with curiosity behind that blindfold. So he wished to play a guessing game. She needed two of the three objects to win, and she was allowed to use all of senses save her sight. It didnt seem so hard, but Alynia could never be too sure when it came to her husband. She groaned slightly at the wagers, most certainly she did not want to leave at first light.

Alynia was kind of nervous, these objects could be just about anything, but nonetheless Oberron began. First he pressed her breasts together, tightening up the valley between them. And then the object began sliding in and out of that crevice. Alynia tried to concentrate on the shape of the object, but such a simple goal was rather difficult as his thumbs rubbed her sensitive nipples in small tantalizing circles.

At first she thought it was his cock, especially because he was groaning as if it was. But as she paid more attention she realized the object was neither warm nor throbbing like he usually was. So it wasn't his shaft, but certainly it was shaped like it. Her train of thought was suddenly disrupted as his grip on her breats loosed and he ducked down to lick at her peaks playfully causing her to yelp out again in surprise. How she wished she could see!

She shuddered as he drew aside her panties, dipping the mystery object into her wet folds. "Ahh--" Alynia was moaning out as the thing pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. "Oh- Oberron it feels amazing, but h-how is this supposed to help me?" She asked, the last word barely made it as the end of her sentence morphed into another high pitched gasp. Alynia pouted, because certainly it just seemed like her husband just wanted to tease her.

Alynia's lips parted slightly at his next words, obviously wanting a taste. To be frank, she still barely knew anything about the object besides its phallus like shape. Alynia's first thought was that it was some kind of toy. A vibrator perhaps? Though he might be cruel and make it something much more obscure.

Her nub tasted sweet as always but her cries were utterly delicious causing his to suck a little harder and quicker on that breast. Spurned on by those delicious cries his tongue danced against her erect nipple in that hidden quest to get such cherished responses emitting from her lips.

His heart hammered in his chest with anticipation as to what was to come for he wanted this. The storm had already raged within him but had calmed somehat over that hour, oh it had not subsided but it had been enough to get him to this stage at least where he was no longer in an incredble rush especially knowing that his wife wanted this even if she requested a gentlier Oberron. An hour or so ago and he would have been incapable of restraining himself when he was so close to paradise.

But how was this helping as that object moved between her thighs. He exhibited a light touch pressing it into her slowly. It felt so much like a cock, the same girth against her spreading out her heated body as it pressed into her.

“I'm allowing you to use yous sense of touch,” Oberron professed as he look edlight in this slow torture of both senses and the way that she moved against that touch,

The object wasn't fleshy though. It wasn't warm nor cold but she might have guessed that with the way it moved against her flesh.

As her muscles folded over it she found that there was some give in it so it was a vibrator or dildo and the taste when he brought it to her lips didn't help much.

The object moved against her lips, dashing the juices of her body there against them as the object swished against her lips.

The scent of her heated sex called to him with such intensity that he wanted to just crawl over her prone form and press lightly into that body, to make her cream all around him.

Still he was patient as he drew the object out of her and swirled it against her lips dnw. The taste of her body had been there and it masked the true taste of what the oject tasted like. It was a bitter taste and did not taste all so great, it wasn;t horrible though and she found the object hard but yieldung too as Oberron watched, she looked puzzled by this one and he considered heloing her a little but decide not to at such an early stage.in the game. If she figured it out great, if she did the one thing that she might do then she would know of course but at such a close range all she could smell was her scent coming off of it. Even tasting it a little gave little clue as to the nature of the obect that knew her so intimadetly.

“Venture a guess?” Oberron called down to her.

He was grinning at her, figuring her mind had already dismissed a few possibilites in her mind thouly the figured that a few others crept in. The obect was more of less smooth with no bumps or ridges of any kind, It did not tate the best, was hard but not too hard, was long like a cock and had the girl of one.

“It's my favorite color today,” he teased though he wasn't going to tell her the color. No visual clues as it defeated the purpose of being bind folded in the first place.

Alynia arched for him as her hands balled into frustrated fists. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, she wanted to rub those shoulders and other parts of his aswell. She had to remind herself to be patient. He succeeded well as he drew those soft erotic mewls from her soft lips by sucking her sensitive breasts. Her mounds now stood prominent and begging his attention.

How well they must have added to this picture as her legs were spread slightly giving Oberronas much access as he wished. Especially as he slowly rocked that mystery object within her, coating it with her own juices.

He responded to her whine with too happy tone of a voice. Certainly her husband was enjoying this. He had always loved to tease her. Alynia pouted slightly, but she tried to concentrate. It was softer than an erect shaft, but not entirely so. The same shape as a cock too.

As he brought the object to her lips, at first the only thing she tasted was he own nectar. That slightly sweet acidic taste she could never get used to. Alynia licked and sucked until there was not a trace of her own wetness left. Her tounge swirled around the object as she kissed it too. Making as much emphasis on such a lewd motion as she could in hopes that he might give up on this game and simply take her.

Then with interest her teeth bit down onto it, wondering if such an object was edible. She let the object out from her lips and groaned. Alynia looked thoughtful, she knew his favorite color was yellow though it was green some days. "I don't know give me a hint." Alynia sighed. "Is it a banana?" She tried hoping she was atleast some what close.

It was long, smooth, not entirely hard, thick too though not as much as her husband. She thought her guess was very probable but then again Alynia wasn't so sure if there were bananas in Llynoria. She couldn't believe there were two other objects too. This was probably the point of he game, the anticipation. The distraction of her own booming arousal only made it more evident.

She knew that he knew how hot she was feeling. If it wasn't for the fact that she would have to leave at sunrise tomorrow if she lost, Alynia would have certainly cried for defeat by now. But she needed two of the three objects before any of her lust was to be sated.

How was she going to concentrate when there was this heat inbetween her legs and this fire ignited within her core? It was getting more difficult and difficult for her not to just beg him to fuck her instead. But she knew begging induced punishment aswell.

Oberron knew how much she would like to have grabbed him as he was all too aware of her hands bunching up into fists though he continued doing what he was doing illiciting her nipples to harden into sharpe points.

But he delighted in inserting that object into her part way, her thighs parted for him and he wasted little time in taking advantage of it as he pressed that object into her a few times, enough to get her juices all over it.

He was patient though as she swirled her tongue against that object, at first tasting nothing but her own juices though later ther was a rather bland taste. Her lips able to squeeze against the object just enough to realize that if she bit down or really squeezed that the semi hard object would smush.

At least that was the impression she received of it though it would take a bit of effort to do so on her part which made her think that the object was quiet solid in it's natural state.

She cut quiet the figure doing what she did it was quiet easy to envision her doing just that to his own member or taking her here while she was tied up. He entertained such thoughts briefly though in the end it did not work as he did not cease doing what he was doing to her. He was having too much fun and besides this would determine if they had to make tonight an early night or could afford to spend much time playing over the next few hours.

She bit down briefly and the thing didn't taste that great, at least at first for it was layered in such a way like how skin covered muscle. The skin her didn't have much of a taste though the meat of it had an unmistakeable taste.

It wasn't much of a guess as she recalled his favorite color. Yellow, but he liked green too and wore silver more often then not. She asked for a hint though she already knew.

“You do not need one, Aly. I is a banana.” Well it was a good thing that she didn't think it was his cock though she bit down only experimentally it still would have hurt. “So, you have one point amongst a possible three. Next object ...”

He leaned down kissing her lips with his first before setting the banana aside in lieu of the next object. He had considered the easier of the two objects since he wanted her to guess correctly but decided against it.

Next a smaller object was placed against her chest. It was larger than a cherry, smaller than an apple and had been much smaller than the banana. It pressed against a nipple, swirlling against the sensitive peak and she could feel that it had bumps along its surface.

Her core was being his stroked softly by his finger as a further sidistraction he pressed the tip of it in as he moved the object against her body. He brought the object slowly down her body then lifted it up to her lips swirling it against them as his finger slipped inside her even deeper now.

Oberron smiled as the finger began to swirl against the heat of her body stirring up her juices as he did so.

She had only bit down lightly once she was positive it wasnt any part of him and that it wouldn't have hurt if she did. Alynia was glad she decided to for taste, even though it was rather bitter it was faintly recognizable. So she guessed the first thing that came to mind.

Alynia blinked in surprise behind the blindfold. She had gotten the object right! Now that she thought about it, it should have been obvious but now she had to concentrate on what ever the king was going to select next.

First there was something soft pressed against her lips. Alynia's eyes on instint blinked shut as it didnt take long for her to recognize her husband's kiss. She responded with passion trying to convey how heated she was feeling. She hoped that he understood she wasn't going to last much longer.

She whimpered as he breifly relinquished thier touch, then her skin was greeted with the second mysterious object. First Oberron skimmed the object along her chest as it was rising and falling with her increasingly erotic breaths. What ever it was, it was rather small especially compared to the banana he just used. It was kind of rough too, certainly not something smooth. Alynia wondered if this was a fruit aswell-

"Ah!" Alynia moaned out suddenly, her train of thought completely derailing.

It was his finger, it had to be, that was tracing along her wet slit. Her lips were slightly parted to let those groans of pleasure escape. She felt this object press against her mouth, but Alynia was so distracted.

Alynia blushed as her thighs parted even wider for his hand. She could not stop as her hips rocked slightly into his digit. God, she wanted him and certainly Oberron could tell after feeling how wet she was. Her inner walls clung surprisinglg snug around his finger, reminding him how tight she would always be for him.

Her head canted back as a lovely stream of stuttering moans ran from her lips as his finger began rotating in and out of her chalice. Before she could forget the original task at hand her tounge poked out, running along this object at her lips. She leaned foward slightly to wrap her lips around it too sucking just as she did before. Then she bit down on it, trying to use her taste buds to their full potential.

"I-Is it a strawberry?" She ventured uncertainly getting her words out with difficulty between sounds of pleasure.

She was surprised that she had guessed right. He didn't need to see her eyes to realize that for he could see the muscles in her face moving just enough to indicate that she was making a wild guess about things.

Not that he had minded of course since even if she didn't guess this next object the last would be noticed to most save perhaps those artic goblins he had heard about that would probably be stump. But she was no goblin! Hardly the case, though he was clearly pleased for he was hoping that she would win out in the end but he couldn't throw the game. He could make it easier for her by far, but he would still make it a challenge even if he had planned on things occurring in a specific manner. If they never panned out, well there was already next time.

Perhaps this object was tougher to pick out but he doubted that she should have much trouble guessing what it was. Unlike the banana it's taste wasn't hidden beneath a layer of skin so to speak.

He took delight in teasing her but even so he realized that she had her limits. “Soon,” he promised, whispering against the corale of her ear before nippling on her earlobe just a little. No the next object wasn't his kiss either though had she guess that he would have had no choice but to conceed the game for the rules weren't so defined. Fortunately, or unfortunately she had not guess this so he proceeded on with his next object.

He paused for a moment hearing that moan, encouraging her to focus on the task at hand though he clearly wasn' making this easy for her either as he sized her breast and squeezed it in his hand before bending down and sending a kiss against her breast, his tongue swirling against that nipple before he released it.

“Focus,” he repeated. Though his finger was still pressing inside her wet body collecting that essence against it as he stirred against those wet folds as if mixing those juices. He might have seemed as if he was so in control but he really wasn't. Here he had his wife wet and naked before him, bound up to. All his to his to play with. He was bound by the rules of the game in a way. Once one was in progress he wouldn't brake off from one … still he hoped that she would guess this object soon so they could begin to really play.

The object when sucked had a fruity taste to it and had to be some form of berry. It was rough and as she bit down on it a splash of sweet juices rolled over her tongue. Definitely a berry and the rough exterior matched up with her guess, strawberries having their seeds on the outside gave them a rougher feel the object had moved away from her only briefly as he had squeezed her breast earlier but she had enough of a feel of it to venture a guess but as she did there was no response save for that finger slipping free of her.

Next she felt his hands upn her knees taking advantage of the fact that she was still restrainted he poisioned himself between those thighs before the restraints vanished from her wrists.

“Leave the blind fold on for now. I said three objects and you got two of them so you're going to win regardless.” The last was going to be slanted in her favor, an ice cube at least it was going to be until she could feel those fingers squeezing her needs as something pressed into her, thicker than his fingers, bigger too. It was warm and filled her up. It also pressed into her slowly. “Guess.” He gasped, this object just as obvious as the ice would have been.

Alynia whimpered and tugged on her restraints as he whispered into her earlobe. His hand was already covered in her juices as he fingered her sweetly. Her thighs splayed apart, her chest heaving, and her face flushed. Oberron mustve been restraining himself too.

Alynia knew she was not nearly as patient as he was, but certainly she was trying. She really was! But the way he was teasing her was making this so difficult!

Her delicious cries were rewarded as his attention adverted back to those breasts. Squeezing, kissing, and licking with expertise. Alynia thrusted her body upward, desperate for more of his blissful touch, but her silent pleading was not answered.

"H-how can I focus when you're hand is doing that!" She cried out frustrated as certainly his fingers had not relented working their magic on her.

Thankfully the object had a distinct taste, how could Alynia mistake the juice of her favorite fruit? Even though she was confident in her answer, his actions confused her. She whined slightly as he withdrew his finger, Alynia had felt rather close to becoming undone from that digit alone.

His hands went to her knees, forcing them even wider apart, making enough room for him inbetween her thighs. Was she done? Had she won? Alynia wasn't so sure, but nevertheless she was immensely happy when she felt her restraints slacken.

Her hands found him, wrapping around his neck. Her fingers entangled themselves lovingly in his hair, god she had wanted to do that for a while. Alynia pushed him down briefly for a kiss, simply because she wanted to and she could.

She reluctantly obeyed leaving the black sash tied around her head. In a way the lack of sigh heightened her sensitivity for she could see how he was touching her. It kept her guessing in a way she enjoyed, but at the same time Alynia liked seeing him when he ravished her. She felt that just the way his violet eyes burned into could make her unravel alone. Who knew if Oberron was aware of the power he had over her?

"Oh thank god Oberron..." She moaned out breathily as something thick was pressing inside her slick folds. Something warm and throbbing that was easing into her. Certainly it wasn't small either, not even in the loosest sense. "It's you my king!" She moaned "And I wouldn't want anything else in its stead!"

Alynia's inner walls hugged him like a well fitted glove. It was amazing, even after all the times he had taken her she was always so tight and velvety around him. Her body was practically made to please him. It was his, all of her belonged rightfully to him and certainly Alynia wanted it this way more than anything else. He felt so wonderfully imbedded within her and Alynia would not hesitate to tell him how much she wanted him.