Chapter 78

Isobel was curious. Never wanting to endure another man's touch, she'd wondered about the touch of a woman. How they would give pleasure to one another; if it would be different and in what way. No one had ever done anything like that with her and Frang saying it was a way for a woman to pleasure another made a strange variant for her. At least nothing would be pushed into her sex or her ass which had almost always hurt.

"I will try it if you promise to stop if I ask."

"You are in charge."

"What must I do?" Isobel asked.

"You should be comfortable. Put both pillows behind your head, lie back and spread your legs apart for me, wide enough to get my head and possibly my shoulders between them."

Isobel looked long and hard at him. Frang promised he would not force her and he'd kept all of his promises thus far, but spreading her legs for him would make her feel very vulnerable. She arranged the pillows to support her comfortably and laid back. She slowly spread her legs, exposing herself, once again feeling she might be losing control of the situation, but willing to try. She saw the heat in his eyes increase as she presented herself to his intent gaze. He lay down at the foot of the bed with his head near her knees.

He saw the fear flaring as he got near, so he said, "I'm going to lie on my hands, so I can't use them, see," as he tucked them under his stomach. He saw her smile though the fear remained. He turned his head to the left and kissed the soft skin on her inner thigh just above her right knee. Frang waited until he saw some of the tension leave her leg before he turned and kissed the same spot on her other leg. All she felt were small kisses and licks, feeling nice and unthreatening. She relaxed further.

He inched up a small amount and kissed the new spot available to him. His kisses were light, soft caresses on her inner thighs easing her fears and soothing to her. He scooted forward a wee bit more and she was more sensitive in the spots he could reach now. It was becoming more than soothing. Every few minutes, he came closer to her core. She could feel the hair on his head brushing against her sex as he moved his lips from side to side. Getting closer each time he moved, but never fast, never hurried, and the sensations were starting to accelerate. Gradually, his lips and tongue reached the very tops of her legs where they joined her sex and she felt a slow lick that went from the top of one leg to the top of the other that brushed against her nether lips.

He stopped momentarily and she was confused because she actually wanted him to continue. That little touch had her desiring more. She wanted to feel his lips on her, his tongue on her.

"Touch yourself for a moment and you will feel the liquid God provided a woman to ease her coupling."

Isobel put her fingers down on her sex and was surprised to feel dampness there. She slid a finger through her folds and found the liquid just as slick as the drop on the tip of his cock. She felt his breath on her fingers.

"It's just as you said," Isobel said in wonder. "Just as slippery as yours."

"If you have not been slick before, it's because no one took the time to excite you enough for your body to create the necessary fluid. When a man and woman take the time to properly arouse themselves, there's no reason for it to hurt. You may remove your hand now. Your pleasure is mine to give. I wanted you to feel it before I licked you so you knew it was from you and not me that you were wet. Use your hands to hold your breasts, since I cannot use mine."

Her hands went up to her breasts and Frang continued his slow teasing. Inching up until he could lick her without strain, he ran his tongue up her slit and he heard her gasp of pleasure. My God, Isobel thought. That feels heavenly. Never had she felt anything to compare with it. Even her own fingers were a poor substitute. His tongue was so smooth and wet, the muscle stiff or soft, pointed or wide as he willed it. He covered every inch of her sex with kisses interspersed with tantalizing licks of the tongue. She kneaded her breasts as he stimulated her to distraction. She felt his tongue stiffen and poke itself into her sheath and felt a fresh flood of fluid to her loins in response. She could feel liquid running down between between the cheeks of her ass and never before had that happened unless it was a man's cum. That it could be hers amazed her no end.

Isobel could feel her legs spread wider to give Frang more access to her sex. She could not recall willingly parting her legs for anyone before. Usually they were parted by force or threat of violence. What was he doing to her? As she spread more, he could reach more and his lips and tongue could now reach her pleasure button. He would swipe against it every time he licked her. Her nipples were stiff pegs under her hands as she molded them. Every touch of his tongue was increasing her arousal and each time she felt she must rupture, he pushed past that point. She panted, barely able to catch her breath, mewling anew with every slide of his tongue. Her legs were strained with tension keeping them spread for him. She could feel her hips rolling towards his face to increase the pressure of his tongue on her. When Isobel felt she would yell in frustration from her desire to cum, Frang suckled her clit and she shattered into myriad fragments.

Isobel bit her hand to keep from screaming as loud as Teárlag had the previous morning; as surprised she needed to scream as she was the spasms fluttering through her body. Her free hand clutched Frang's head and jammed it against her twitching cunt as he continued to suck her taut nubbin. The sweet contractions continued for minutes, seeming to last nearly as long as the slow seduction of Frang bringing her to this conclusion. They only seemed to ease when Frang slowed the tempo and pressure of his oral digit upon her clit. Their cessation nearly as pleasurable as the climax, so sensitive was she to the touch. She was panting like a dog in August.

"Did you enjoy that, Isobel?" His voice seemed to come from a great distance away, the sound of her own blood pumping in her ears.

"Do you need to ask?" She replied. "Look at my hand. I had to bite it to keep from howling like Teárlag yesterday."

Frang laughed, happy to have pleased his new bride.

"We'll have Ailene look at it before we go," he chuckled. "Isn't it good to know that you're like other women and you can enjoy sex with a man?"

"This seems more like I can enjoy sex with a woman as you say it's what women do to please one another. I cannot say I like sex with a man until you fill me with your cock. That is what I'm unable to abide."

"True," Frang admitted. "Yet I feel this is a good start. I can please you and you can please me. We took these small steps toward mutual pleasure. The rest will come with time. Now, I need to use the chamber pot."

"Aye, me too. You go first, get dressed and give me some privacy, please."

"I'll see you at breakfast?" He asked.

"I'll join you there though I cannot eat more than a crust of bread. I'll let Isobel look at this," holding out her hand, "and perhaps she knows something to ease pregnancy sickness."

It was at that moment they heard a woman howling in ecstasy.

Isobel and Frang looked at each other. "Teárlag," they said as one and both broke into laughter.

"I guess she doesn't believe in doing her hand damage to stifle her cries," Frang said. "I wonder if the Lord Mayor stayed again last night? He will begin to wonder about us."

"I must learn to use the bed covers myself. I don't think my hand could take much more. Get on with thee then. I must use the pot quickly."

Frang hurriedly performed his ablutions, dressed and left, Isobel waiting patiently.