The Traveler: Part 1

Chapter 17

Iespeth had risen earlier than normal that morning. She rarely had time to read in the evening due to Lambert's demanding schedule. The day prior had been a particularly taxing day of training and she wanted to escape into a book for just an hour before the 'fun' of the day began. The witcher had planned to take her hunting and although she looked forward to it as something different from getting beat up with a wooden sword, she was skeptical about anything that Lambert did with her.

The book she was reading she had found stashed away under a pile of documents that the fancy lady sorceress had strewn across one of the large oak tables near the lab. "Moribundia: The Vampire's Last Likeness," it was called. She had figured it might be useful in learning more about Maya, the vampire who had taught her how to read and write. She was sorely mistaken.

Edward removed Isabella's silken shawl from her soft, delicate shoulders. She stood there, wishing, yearning to beg for his touch, but her shy modesty overtook her and she waited trying to look patient. He grazed her barren decollete with the tips of his cold fingers sending a tantalizing shiver throughout her seething body.

Iespeth found herself feeling warmer and contemplated moving away from the large fire place. There was something pleasant, however, about the warmth that was slowly moving through her. She continued to read.

Isabella couldn't wait anymore and removed the sleeves of her crimson, satin gown. It promptly fell off her body like a waterfall escaping a cliff. Her nipples were erect and grabbed Edward's attention. He knew making love to her would be dangerous, but her alluring body made it impossible to resist the naked beauty in front of him; the woman he loved. He reached out and skillfully pinched her beckoning nipples with his thumb and forefinger. He hesitated when he felt her pulse as he squeezed her pink, swollen nubs. He could almost smell her blood flowing so close to the surface of her skin and his mouth watered. Isabella let out a voluptuous moan hoping he would continue. He reluctantly obliged.

Her blood was flowing now. She realized that was the source of the heat. She felt her cheeks flush with anticipation about what would happen next and read further.

Edward kissed her small, plump breasts with moist vigor. Isabella sucked in air, jutting out her bosom to meet his mouth. She yearned for his lips to engulf the entirety of her areolas. He alternated fondling her breast with his masculine hands and massaging them with his lips. His manhood was more than ready and threatened to burst out out of his pants.

He placed his sweet Isabella onto the bed, trying with all his might to be gentle. He climbed on top of her and resumed his foreplay. She wanted him to navigate further down, but was too timid to tell him. It seemed, though, as if he read her thoughts and began a slow winding trail south across her stomach. He stopped at her belly button and steadied himself. 'What am doing? This is dangerous. I could hurt her,' he thought. But he knew how important this was to her and he couldn't let her down.

Iespeth noticed a peculiar feeling between her legs. Her muscles there were swelling and it felt as though it would be nice to have something between them. She noticed a moisture developing at her entrance and was worried that it had gone through her pants. She checked with her hand to see if the moisture had reached the outside of her breaches. It had not. She breathed deeply to try and slow her heart rate and read on.

He looked down and saw her cleanly kept muff undulating with every breath she took. Isabella was sure she couldn't take anymore anticipation. His touch nearly brought her over the edge. Edward had finally freed himself from his pants and confronted his mate with his throbbing erection. Her wet pussy ached for his love. He positioned the head of his manhood at her opening and thrust forcefully.