Chapter 95

Frang lay down on the side with the tray between them. In addition to the things he'd asked for, the cook had also added a couple sausages, which gave him a perfectly wicked idea. That was something he'd approach her with later. First, came some food. He broke off a hunk of bread and a bit of cheese and handed it to her.

"I can't believe how hungry I am," Isobel said, having a bite of the bread followed by a bite of cheese.

"Well, you've worked hard the past few hours. Making love requires energy. And you're eating for two now. We can't forget that."

They ate in silence for awhile, Isobel glancing at her new husband occasionally when she didn't think he was looking. So far, her marriage had been nothing like she expected it to be. She was even enjoying sex with him, something she'd never expected to do with a man. After eating some of the bread and cheese, Frang broke off a piece of duck. Watching Isobel closely, he moved the piece of meat closer and closer to her. She thought he was going to give her a bite, but instead brought it close to her breast. He kept his eyes on her as he touched it to her breast. She said nothing, wondering what he was doing. He rubbed it on her nipple, then pulled the meat away and licked her breast, licking the meat's juices from her. She closed her eyes. She felt the meat touch her other breast and his mouth and tongue followed shortly.

"What are you doing?" Isobel asked, her eyes still closed.

"Tasting the meat on you," Frang replied. "You taste good all by yourself, but I'm still hungry. I wanted to see what it tasted like on you."

"And?"

"It tastes delicious, as I expected it would."

Frang bent over the other nipple again, suckling it like he was sucking marrow from a bone. She sighed, enjoying his touch, so gentle when compared to McTavish.

"The cook was thoughtful enough to provide us with sausages," Frang said, eyeing her speculatively.

Her eyes popped open. "You wouldn't dare!" Isobel exclaimed.

"Not without your permission, Isobel. But I am interested in see what a sausage tastes like when flavored in that special way. I also promise to lick you clean afterward. You might enjoy that."

"You would really stick a sausage up me and then eat it?"

"I eat it without the sausage. I fail to see it would be worse to enjoy it this way," Frang replied. "Perhaps you'd enjoy a bite as well?"

"You're serious?"

"If you're willing. If not, I'll eat it the old fashioned way, without your seasoning."

Isobel was conflicted. On the one hand, it sounded like it might be fun and playful; on the other, it was a sausage.

"You're sure you'll stop if I don't like it?" She asked.

"My word as a gentleman," Frang replied, smiling.

"I don't think gentlemen suggest putting sausages in that particular place."

She looked at the sausage on the plate. It was slightly thicker than Frang's cock. It might be more painful; but he had promised to stop if she didn't like it.

"I can't believe I'm even considering such a thing!"

"But you are considering it?"

"God help me, yes!" Isobel said.

Frang picked up the elongated piece of meat and licked the end of it, a roguish gleam in his eye. Isobel broke into laughter, his look that of a little boy who thought he was getting away with something.

"Okay. I'll do it, but if you don't stop immediately if I demand it, I shall break this plate over your head," she said, still laughing.

Frang's grin widened.

"I believe we will have a most adventurous and delightful marriage," Frang opined, "if you're willing to play these games with me."

He directed her to lie back on the bed and he nudged her legs apart, staring at his target in heated anticipation. He lowered his head between her legs and proceeded to encourage the ready flow of her juices with his lips and tongue, devoting himself strenuously to the task of hastening her desire. When he was sure Isobel had reached a point where she would deny him nothing to continue her arousal to another climax, he stuck the sausage in his mouth to get it well coated with saliva. The natural juices of the cooked sausage were deliciously spicy and he was sure it would only be enhanced by her own moisture. He placed the tip of the sausage at the flowered opening of her core, and while sucking her clit, slowly pushed it in.

Isobel felt the cock like meat spreading her nether lips and couldn't believe she'd agreed to this crazy thing. She knew Frang was doing his best to distract her from the absurdity of being fucked by a sausage with his persistent attention to the hard nubbin at the top of her slit, but it was large enough she couldn't help but feel it as it pierced her body. It slid so easily into her; Frang having prepared her well to accept it, despite it's thickness. Almost, she could pretend it was a thick cock or a couple of fingers, but not quite, and when it penetrated her to the widest part, and easily slid five inches into her, she succumbed to the strangeness of it all and climaxed hard. Isobel's stomach fluttered in waves, her cunt clenching the breakfast meat in orgasmic contractions, helped by the tongue dancing on her clit.

Frang could feel and hear her orgasm start, her strangle cries and spasmodic tummy undulations a clear sign of her peaking. He reached his left hand up and squeezed her breasts, gently pinching and tugging on her puckered, stiffened nipples. By continuing his stimulation of her pleasure centers while fucking her with the sausage, he was able to extend her orgasm for several minutes. Frang was certain the ludicrousness of cumming on a piece of meat was contributing to her lengthy orgasm.

When her tremors ceased and her breathing started to return to normal, he withdrew the sausage from her cunt. Waiting until he knew she watched him, he took a large bite of the dripping tube, making sure any juices released by his bite dripped on her flowering folds.

"Mmm, delicious. Would you like a bite?"

Isobel shook her head, no, and Frang eagerly ate the whole thing. When he was done, he happily licked the meaty juices as well as her own from her legs, thighs, mound and cunt, digging his tongue deep into her sheath to suck forth all the tangy goodness. In the process, he gave Isobel another orgasm.

Having promised Isobel he would show her other positions offering a semblance of less restriction, Frang lay behind her on the bed and fucked her from the rear, then facing her. He brought her to an orgasm in each position before moving to the next. Her overall sensitivity and the constant stimulation making it relatively easy to bring her to each new release. He climaxed again while he knelt on the bed and she sat on his legs and bounced up and down on his cock with her legs hooked around him. Frang enjoyed this position a lot despite the minor discomfort as he could enjoy the face to face contact. He could kiss her face, her neck, even her breasts if she leaned back a little. Or their fronts could be mashed up against each other, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest in the most delightful way. Isobel could tolerate it because despite their closeness, her back was open and she didn't feel like she was trapped between him and the bed.

"That might have done it for me," Frang said, his cock rapidly shrinking and falling from her body after expelling his sperm this last time. "I'm sure I'll need until the evening to ready myself for more sex."

"Frang, we still have another sausage. Even if you can't do your husbandly duties," she said, holding the meat up, "I'm sure this may serve in your stead."

"So, my Love. You've enjoyed our little games this morning?" He asked, snatching the offending sausage from her hand and taking a big bite. "I myself, need more sustenance," he said, between chews. "I've not worked this hard for months. It's nearly lunch time and I'm starving. Man cannot live on sex alone."

"Aye. So this is what it's supposed to be between man and wife?" Isobel said. She kissed him. "I wish I'd not wasted so much of my life in that awful relationship. I shall have to properly reward you for saving me from McTavish."

"If your idea of reward is more of the same we've been doing, it still has to wait until I've regained my strength..."

Any more he might have said was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Aye, what is it?" Frang asked.

"It's Bjarkë, Frang. Stuart and Ailene just arrived with news from the Keep. I believe you should hear it."

Frang and Isobel looked at each other. They'd just left there. What could have happened in so short a time?

"We'll be right down, Bjarkë. Offer them food and drink. After we're dressed, we'll come downstairs."

"Aye. I'm happy to see you're taking care of the lass," Bjarkë said. "I hope she's walking bow legged when I see her."

"Bjarkë!" Isobel exclaimed. "How can you say such a thing?"

"It's about time you knew how it can be between a man and woman, Lady Isobel. I was certain Frang was the right man for the job."

Isobel giggled. "I suppose he was at that. I shall try not to disappoint, even though I should imagine I will shock Ailene if I come down walking that way."

"I doubt you'll shock her too much," Bjarkê laughed. "I've heard she walked much the same way for the first week after she married Stuart."

"Maybe she'll understand how I feel. It's like I found something new to play with," Isobel said.

Frang interrupted. "Thank you, Bjarkë. We'll be down shortly," Frang said.