As she took him into her mouth, he moaned at the pleasure he felt and the hand between her legs rubbed at her warm wetness, teased on by the feeling wrapped around his manhood.  His eyes closed tight, his head arched towards the ceiling of the chamber as she looked at him.  “You learn quickly,” he moaned, the anger abated but lingering in the back of his throat.  “Yes,” he cooed with a snarl, his hips rocking lightly to push himself into her mouth as she gently worked at his shaft.  When she came off him again, he turned down to look at her.  The anger there in his eyes to assert control, but eagerly watching her moves to see how she was reacting or what she might be doing.  The sneer eased to a grimace of pleasure when she sat at the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>Then the anger flashed again, for real this time, the anger that hurt and injured soft flesh.  The wrapping at his door was bringing it all crashing back into him.  His lips had parted to respond to her inquiry and the moment was lost when someone came to his door.  With a look of resignation, he closed his eyes a moment.  He held up his hand, finger extended to indicate that she wait were she was one moment.  As he did this, his hands came off her and then reached down to pull up his hose.  Ancel did not bother to grab anymore clothing, let them know he was being disturbed.<br/><br/>When he opened the door enough to peer out, a hatred came from his eyes that he had never as yet aimed towards his son and current heir.  “Alenard,” he said, his mouth barely moving.  “A faster response than I expected.”  There was no move made to cover himself up or hide himself in the crack of that door.  “I have an assignment for you … we’ll discuss it when after Marquis and Pil’iar finish their search.  Since you’re here, you can guard the door to my chambers and await their company, inform them I’ll be with them once I am finished in here.”<br/><br/>Then he turned, shutting the door and sealing the lock with a click.  There he stood a moment, the muscles taut on his body with excitement.  Even for his age, he posed an impressive figure.  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he said to his wife on the bed.  “We’ve much to learn, and this is only the beginning of your studies.”  The concept of teaching her, the element of control goiing beyond merely physical was enticing him.  He walked slowly to the bed, rubbing himself through his hose as he looked at his wife nude on the bed.  Stopping a few feet from the bed, he paused, “Come to me, show me that you’re ready for this.”  His hand grabbed himself hard as he finished those words before letting himself go and standing silently to watch how her now.<br/>