Good Enough to Eat

Wenn’s lips formed a smile as she pleasured her husband with great enthusiasm. Her happy composure was mostly due to the fact that she knew how her efforts were causing Vycyllus’ guard to be let down and the pair were able to enjoy one another’s company in their most animalistic state. She ran her fingernails slowly along his toned stomach muscles and looked up at him as he took hold of her chestnut tresses.

Releasing his throbbing member from her mouth, Wenn caught her breath as her eyes remained fixated on her new husband. The room seemed to have become warmer since their first arrival and already she could feel her body coruscate with moisture, the core of which came from between her thighs. Leaning upward, Wenn captured Vycyllus’ lips with her own and shared a heated kiss with him, nipping his bottom lip in a playful manner.

The roughness of his facial hair made her sensitive skin tingle, making Wenn only want more. She stood up to her full height, still shorter than Vycyllus whilst he sat on the bed which was high off the floor. Kissing his cheek, she slinked back onto the bed and remained kneeling, not very certain onto which position her husband enjoyed best. 

“Make me yours.” she purred, her eyes flashing in the candlelight as her heart fluttered with anticipation of the consummation of their marriage.

Good Enough To Eat

She was as eager as he was and that excited Vycyllus more than ever: the knowledge that it wasn’t a onesided affair. He laid pliant to Wenn’s ministrations, his skin on fire whenever her mouth landed or her hands explored. His limits of self-control were being tested since he wanted to just grab his wife and lose himself in her depths, but anticipation kept him rooted. Plus, the wonders she performed caused cognitive fathoms close to impossible. Muscles strained and twitched under Wenn’s instructions, a symphony of shuddered breaths and gasps tumbling free from his throat.

It wasn’t until she pleasured his erection that Vycyllus truly had to chain his impulses. His hips jerked involuntarily, begging her to return, as he clenched the blankets so tight they were in danger of being torn. “Wenn, please.” Vyc implored on a low whine gritted through his teeth, desperate. He might’ve been a master at teases yet could only withstand them himself for so little time.

Her mouth engulfing him made the young lord arch, the vibrations of her moan sent his eyes into the back of his skull. Sweat glistened his physique as Vycyllus sat up to watch Wenn, panting. He let his fingers dance in her hair to urge her to continue and have some sort of leverage on the euphoria that tried to overwhelm him. Had he honestly been so sensitive before or did his spouse affect him like no other? It was a question he needed to answer later for right now he planned to enjoy.

Good Enough to Eat

As Wenn cried out louder still, she was far too gone to care if any of the courtiers in Granwen Castle would hear her or her husband copulating their marriage. Her eyes remained closed so she did not notice Vycyllus’ hand sweep up her body until she felt the pressure in her loins as he paid homage to her perky albeit small bosom. She was almost at the point of no return when Vycyllus lifted his head away from her moist treasure. 

Clinging to her husband’s muscular shoulders, Wenn smiled wickedly at the suggestion of her returning favor to his throbbing manhood currently positioned inches away from her moist flower as she sat atop him. Leaning forward, Wenn kissed Vycyllus lightly on the lips, tasting her sweet juices on his mouth. 

At a teasingly slow pace, similar to her husband’s own motion, Wenn licked, kissed, and nipped her way in a southerly direction, never taking her chestnut eyes off Vycyllus’ cerulean blue. Stopping just above her husband’s navel, Wenn sucked on one of his perfectly formed abs and saw a raging pink brand where her lips had just been. 

Lifting herself off of Vycyllus, Wenn gingerly positioned herself off the bed in full view of her husband’s engorged cock. She took it in her hand tenderly, and pumped it a couple of times in her slender hand, feeling it harden in her palm. Taking her gaze away from Vycyllus, Wenn gave her full attention to the task at hand and slowly licked the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around the head before releasing it with an audible ‘pop’. Again, she pumped his growing member once again before bending her knees a little more in order to lick the length of his cock incredibly slowly. 

The blushing bride repeated this action a half a dozen times, before taking her husband’s length slowly into her mouth, her eyes looking to his for approval. Wenn could feel herself getting wet at the though of Vycyllus’ length inside her and moaned lustfully around his member. 

Good Enough To Eat

Rather than chuckle at his wife’s playful reprove, he stayed occupied between her legs, addicted to her flavor. A light smile appeared upon Wenn crying out, so Vyc slipped past her folds, his tongue delving as far as it could go. Groaning, his tastebuds came alive at the honeyed warmth she possessed. He thrust rapidly in tandem to her undulation, pleasured her like she craved while he gathered all he could to swallow. An arm tucked beneath Wenn’s lower back, reining her closer to his ravenous mouth. His free hand travelled up her midriff before he fondled one of her breasts, a firm albeit languid contrast of his feast below.

The longer he remained the more his own ache was on the verge of painful. There was a slight succulent sound when Vyc drew back on a final sucking kiss, not yet wishing to let go but forcing himself too. Lips glossy from Wenn’s juices, he stared into her sepia eyes as he licked the desert off, propping himself on hands and knees. Vycyllus crawled toward the lady, once again laid atop her.

“Does my wife want to return the favor?” He switched their positions in a fluid flip. Vycyllus smoothed her dark hair, then idly pet down Wenn’s back. “It’s only fair, after all.” Vycyllus teased, smirking.

Good Enough to Eat

Wenn straightened up, now kneeling on the bed as Vycyllus seemed to be impatient about getting his clothes off. She let out a gasp as her husband became forceful with her, but she did not protest. The young woman no longer had much movement of her wrists which depressed her as she wished to caress her husband’s firm physique whilst he was in such close proximity.

Naturally, her legs widened as Vycyllus pressed his body weight against her and she felt a sudden warm sensation in her groin. As his face buried into her neck, Wenn’s fingers went immediately to run through his thick curly locks. Her legs soon followed suit, wrapping around Vycyllus’ waist as he grinded against her body. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, Wenn arched her back the more that Vycyllus pressed himself against her most sensitive area. “Oh fuck!” she moaned out in a not so quiet voice and was about to protest to his moving away from her but stopped, and watched with delight at his next move.

Wenn’s body gave her true emotions away as her skin became covered in goosebumps from the motion of Vycyllus’ tongue. She sat up a little, the better to watch him and let out a light laugh as he made his mark on her inner thigh. “That is not fair husband.” she scolded with a mocking pout, and then cried out loudly as his tongue searched for its primary destination. 

His slow tantalizing licks indeed were driving her mad and it was not long before Wenn was running her fingers through her husband’s hair in a bidding for him to go faster, if only to make her release the built up lust coursing through her entire body. “Gods!” she cried again, grinding her hips in a motion to gain more friction from Vycyllus’ talented tongue. 

Good Enough To Eat

The sultry sounds that spilled free from Wenn stirred life between his legs; the fabric over his loin stretched tight. He watched enraptured as she stripped bare before him, her porcelain skin sparking a greed to taste more and touch always. Vycyllus’ wanton gaze tracked Wenn to the bed as the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smirk. Her beckon immediately compelled Vyc forward and he set his knee atop the mattress beside her thigh, planned to cover her with his body, but paused when she started on his leggings.

Deep aquatic eyes closed briefly on a hitched breath, anticipation making him harder. Impatient, Vyc shucked his trousers before he grasped her wrist and abruptly shifted his weight forward to push her flat on the bed, pinning her hands on either side of her head. Perfectly aligned chest to chest, hip to hip, Vycyllus grinded his arousal against Wenn’s core, slow and torturous, each slide up or down teasing her sweet spot. Shameless moans escaped, quiet from his biting his lower lip, as Vyc buried his nose in his wife’s hair next to her ear. For a moment he indulged in the blissful sensation and drowned in the saccharine fragrance that washed over him.

Soon his fingers ventured her delicate contours while Vycyllus descended, dragged his tongue down the valley of her breasts until he reached her navel. His teeth lightly scraped across her groin to her inner thigh and he sucked a possessive, bright red mark there. He spread Wenn’s thighs further open, eyed her treasure appreciatively, then took his time licking her at a leisure pace that would drive anyone mad.

Good Enough to Eat

Wenn felt her hair fall around her shoulders like a blanket of protection. She stood back as Vycyllus rose from the bed to do what her hands had signaled to him. Taking in his physique, she felt a sudden warmth run through her body and it took everything for her not to moan out loud. As Vycyllus brought their bodies closer together once again, she submitted to him fully, parting her lips, goosebumps appearing on her skin as he removed her wedding dress.

She became more audible as her husband paid homage to her upper body, and she ran her fingers through his hair as his lips met her breast. On instant touch, her nipples became hard and Wenn became more aroused. Finally getting the strength to pull away from Vycyllus, the young bride removed her dress from the lower part of her body and set it gently on the table away from any candles.

Chocolate eyes looked for ice-blue as she went back to their bed and climbed on top of it, motioning for Vycyllus to come forward with her index finger. As he approached, Wenn kissed him again before reaching down and unlacing his leggings, her breathing having become more ragged with lust.

Good Enough To Eat

All she needed was a sole drink before they began? Vyc didn’t know whether to chuckle or roll his eyes, but he schooled his expression to stay blank albeit friendly. He straightened as Wenn approached, his sight never wandering from her petite silhouette. She truly was a vision, young and beautiful and certain since the wine had eased her nerves. Already warmth pooled in the pit of his stomach, spreading underneath his skin.

Lips parted on a quiet breath while the laces of his collar were undone, he craned his neck to meet Wenn’s kiss. His hands reached up to let down her hair, unwound the braids of her bun as his fingers combed through the bistre curls. Vycyllus stood whilst pulling his shirt over his head, discarded it, then he held her faces as he brought their mouths together again. He slowly traced his tongue along seal of Wenn’s lips, asking entry, before his hands went to untie the back of her dress.

Quick and well practiced, within a few seconds Vycyllus managed to peel the bodice down by the sleeves, careful like unwrapping a splendid parcel. As each bit of flesh was revealed, Vyc trailed light openmounthed kisses from neck to shoulder, alternating between gentle suckles and soft bites. He cupped the swell of Wenn’s breast, massaging as his thumb flicked over her nipple.

Good Enough to Eat

Wenn knew that she was being asinine delaying the inevitable, but at least Vycyllus amused her to do so. She poured a small amount of the wine into a goblet and drank. Her eyes closed as his lips touched her forehead and Wenn began to calm down. 

It was not the act of sexual pleasure that frightened her. It was what Vycyllus would say once he realized that this night was not the first time she had done so. Wenn was frightened that he would cast her out; an unpure wife. She was tempted to tell him prior to this night, but found that that would be ludicrous.

Stepping towards her husband, the youthful brunette reached for the ties of her husband’s shirt, unlacing them as she looked at him. Getting out of this dress would take more than one person, to be sure, so why not start with the easier member of the party. As Vycyllus’ shirt opened up, Wenn traced her fingertips along his toned chest. Leaning forward, she planted a firm kiss on his lips, her fingers lowering to the hem of his shirt which she tugged on as a signal for him to remove it from his person.

Good Enough To Eat

Once a sufficient number of candles were lit, he turned to Wenn with a lot more confidence than he’d been at the feast. The difficult part was over; now he would do what he did best. At least he could when she was ready herself, which apparently wasn’t right that second. Glancing at the goblet Wenn held, Vyc wanted to knock it out of her hand, toss her on the bed, and have his way with her yet he shackled his urges. Patience was key.

“No, thank you. Have some yourself, if it pleases my wife.” Vycyllus encouraged, his tone amiable.

He walked to where she stood as the cup was filled, then placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered for moment, both a comfort and promise for what was to come, before he stepped away and sat on the end of the bed. Vycyllus bent down, pulling off his boots and stockings, and benched his arms across his knees, head angled to watch Wenn.

Whenever you wish to begin.