After Ilyana took her herbal potion she felt euphoric. It was as if blood and adrenaline had rushed into her brain. She felt hot, her skin was heated and the fire in the hearth was like a furnace for her. One by one, she removed all her clothes and lay naked on the bed, wondering why her body was so flushed. Was she having a fever? She threw away all the sheets that covered and paced her room… naked. At this moment her sex drive seemed to roar with the slightest touch.
She was resisting to touch her sex, but couldn't help touching her breasts. Her imagination was being commanded by her sex drive and all she could imagine was how she was looking naked or how Theodir would look naked at this point of time. She felt like those ladies in the taverns and inns of the countryside who would take clients in exchange for money. Ilyana's fingers reached in between her thighs and she whimpered. She had never felt so desperate for touching herself or for someone's touch out there. Or maybe multiple touches out there. She felt that if five men would come and have sex with her at this time, she would take them… easily. The thought of a male's body, and a whisper of her porn imagination coupled with her touching her body, and she was weakened. Her thoughts had flown out of her mind. She couldn't focus on anything, but desire and the pain of wanting to be touched. So she touched herself in between her thighs at the bundle of nerves and she cried as to how sensitive they were. She cried out of passion, out of aggression and out of the moist heat she could feel.
Not able to bear this crazy need to have something inside her, something hard and unforgiving, she lay on the bed over the silk sheets on her back and then delved her fingers in between her thighs, sending a kick of lust through her. It was so strong that she drew a sharp breath and whimpered again. Her knees fell apart. She started rubbing her middle finger along her moist folds. She bucked her hips as soon as her finger touched her hips and she let out a loud cry. Her breath became ragged and her skin flushed.
Ilyana placed one hand over her breasts and the other in the middle of her thighs when Theodir opened the door of the room.
"Fuck!" he rasped. He had never seen Ilyana so out of control, so touchy in his life. As such his emotions were in all the places. His shirt was hanging on his arms. The scent of her arousal hit him so hard that he roared. He tossed his shirt aside and opened his pants as he jumped at his wife, his shaft hard as granite. And the first thing he did was to get his face in her crotch.
Ilyana was surprised for a moment but she wanted to be touched and touched madly. She didn't protest, instead she bucked her hips to his mouth. His palms glided up and down her thighs, as his hot breaths fell over her hair. "I will go insane,' he said and nuzzled her outer lips.
"Ah!"
"This is mine," he said and licked her right from her clit to her core. "It belongs to me, remember that tonight and for always." He licked her again and groaned. She took her hands to thread in his hair but he wanted to make her so desperate over the next few hours that he held her hands and then tied them to the headboard of the bed with his magic. Once done, he drank her shivering body and then went down to where he wanted to. He licked her labia and groaned.
"Ah, Theodir!" All her thoughts scattered. "Just come inside!" She jerked against her restraints. "Open me," she said when he sucked one of her lips. "Theodir!" He nibbed those lips and grazed them with his teeth, not once coming close to her clit. The sensation was too much to bear. She was already about to reach her climax, but he was only warming up. He lifted himself on his knees and she could see his cock. It was strained and throbbing. There was a lot of precum on its head. She licked her lips, yearning for it to be inside her. She bucked her hips, growing so wet that her juices seeped in between her cheeks. His head was between her thighs and they trembled around it. "Ah gods!" She pulled against his magic, tried to use hers to free herself, but she couldn't. Theodir was too strong in every damn way. And the man was licking her… slowly.
Seeing how she was bucking her hips, he pinned her thighs with his hands and then licked and sucked her at his leisurely pace. He was teasing her while she was aching for him to come inside her. She would go crazy if he didn't. "I beg you Theodir—I beg you to get that cock in me! Please, Theodir, please."
"No Ilyana," he groaned. "I will take my time." He started flicking his tongue over her lips. Greedy for him to be on her clit, she tried to slide down. She wanted to come so badly, but he growled, "You will not come unless I permit you to."
"Theodir!" She started rolling against his tongue wanting to grind her wetness against his mouth. He brought his mouth to her weeping clit and then flicked. She cried loud. "I am going to come!"
"No, you won't!" he lifted his tongue from there. "Not until I say," he growled.
She cried. Never in her life she had wanted him this crazily and never in his life he had denied her. She was mindless and he was merciless. He was taking control of her mind and her body. "Please my insides are throbbing so bad that I can't stand them. Just do anything to make me come!" She begged like those tavern women.
Though Theodir was desperate to get in his wife, he grasped her thighs, his fingers biting in her flesh. "You want my tongue in you or my cock in you?" he asked in a husky voice and then licked her core. He licked it so hard as if he was fucking it with his tongue. Her eyes became wide at the experience and then the tension that had built in her body shattered. She screamed. "Yes!" Her body arched, her thighs closing around his head as he continued to lick her. "Ah, leave me, too much!" But he was in a ravenous mood. He spread her wide with his hands and licked her arousal. She tried to move back, but her man was relentless. He was busy devouring her. She had no idea why was she feeling this crazy.
She was unable to move, being pinned by his magic, she couldn't push him away, she was pleasured more and more. She just surrendered to him. Her head fell back. She needed this. And Theodir was more than five men when he started kissing every part of her body. She knew that she was in for more, and for the whole night. "Please fuck me!" she pleaded to him.. At this point of time, she didn't want anything else other than sex with him. And Theodir—
