<em>“...Whether or not there is a certain bit of hardness there before the relaxation is not entirely my fault now is it? Then again, I would be flattered."</em><br/><br/>Tehr let his eyes roam the beautiful half elven woman’s body.  Her light blonde hair, green eyes, soft curved body that still somehow retained the thin lithe frame oh so indicative of her mixed blood people.  His eyes devoured the sight, despite the fact that he’d drunk it in so many times.  Her light pink nipples, hardened nubs centered in broad areola that were slightly crinkled at the moment, were a sure sign of her arousal.  His gaze traveled lower, below her full and perky breasts, along her smooth abdomen to the wispy patch of barely there blonde pubic hair that sat above the aroused sex between her thighs.<strong>“Oh, no?”</strong>He said softly half jokingly,<strong>“certainly this vision of loveliness would do nothing to arouse my desire?”</strong><br/><br/>He let his hand rise up to her hips as she moved to straddle him on the low wooden bench, not holding her in place, simply lightly touching her, enjoying the feel of her soft warm flesh beneath his hands.  He returned her kiss gladly, though he let her be the aggressor in this, happy and perfectly trusting of her to let her be in command for now.  Though when she broke the kiss and spoke, he had to clarify,<strong>“One that I hope you know is a treat for me as well.  While I may have many lovers in this home and a few without, I hope you know how special you are to me in my heart and not just my bed.  If ever you feel that I am on the wrong path, or not paying enough attention to your needs or desires, I hope that you would inform me.”</strong><br/><br/>His words were honest and had nothing to do with the soft and wet nether lips that currently brushed his cock, teasingly, invitingly.  While he desired to be hilted inside of her, even greater was his desire to reaffirm to the woman how important she was to him.  While he was obsessed with Rosalyn, and often found that elven maid on his mind, and while he always had a roaming eye for new conquests, while he enjoyed the bed chambers of the Queen herself, of the tight grip of the halfling maid Sarah, or her former mistress Emily, or any other woman, Angelique would always be special to him.  Tehr had always felt a connection to those women who invited him into their heavenly gates, into their bodies, but on one hand he could count the number of women he’d loved, truly loved.  His mother, his sister, and this woman; Angelique.  She who first took his virginity, she who ushered him into manhood, she who had been his friend for years, she who ran his home and still aroused him greatly.  No there was no denying that he loved his friend, his servant, this woman who was so special to him.  It pained him to think she would not know this, and he doubted that she did not.  It pained him to think that he might be denying her carnal needs.  They had an open relationship of course, and he never grew jealous if he learned she’d been with another person, man or woman, but he knew too that she took other lovers quite infrequently.  He hoped that the few times a week they did have time for such intimacy, would be enough for her.  But more than that, if she ever required more, he hoped she would tell him.<br/><br/>Then his thoughts were broken as she sat down, her wetness surrounded his hardness, and he moaned and his eyes closed for a moment.  He nodded his head at her words as she ground against him, riding and grinding on his shaft.  His hands moved up her body to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing and pinching at her nipples as she rode him.<br/><br/>When he did open his eyes, he saw her face, one of raw want and desire, and he echoed her thoughts back to her,<strong>“Oh my Angelique, you should never want, this bliss should be at your beck and call whenever you desire.”  </strong>She parted her legs wider, arching her back, as her breasts moved upwards, away from his teasing fingers as she slid one hand down to her own clit as she rode him.<br/><br/>He again moved his hands to her hips, supporting but not guiding, until she clenched and came with a sudden squeal of delight.  He felt a gush of her love juices coating him, though he could not see it as she pressed her body downwards onto him.  Then she shuddered and leaned forwards again, leaning down, her breasts pressing into him as she gasped, her head falling onto his shoulder.  Her wetness holding only the head of his cock, letting the air play across his juice slickened shaft.  But then after a moment she wiggled back against him, driving her hips down and back across their bodies, her pussy again devouring his shaft almost hungrily.  She resumed rocking her hips, knowing that he had not yet achieved his peak.<br/><br/>He wrapped his arms about her, holding her tight to him, and leaned forwards, her head turning up to him.  He kissed her again even as she ground on him and then holding her steady, he slowly sat up, her hips moving backwards, his cock keeping her rooted to his lap as he slowly moved to a sitting position with her nude body about him, her wet passage still milking his rod.<br/><br/>Once he was fully sitting up he let go of her and guided her hands to the bench behind him, his own legs spreading then and his feet finding the cool tile floor on either side of the bench.  As she leaned back, supported on her hands and the two of them joined at the hip, he moved his hands back down her body.  He stroked her thighs as she ground against him, sliding his hands slowly lower.  Then when he could feel she was stable, he slid his hands under her thighs.  Locking her knees above his elbows he slid his arms along the bottom of her thighs, cupping her round buttocks and giving them a squeeze.  He could feel the damp moisture of her explosive orgasm there, her feminine juices damp against the skin of her ass.  But gripping her he lifted her up, so that she was supported by his arms and her own hands behind her.  Then he did begin to take control of the love making.<br/><br/>Sitting there, his cock rooted almost all seven inches inside her, he lifted her and lowered her, letting her weight drop her back down to impale herself on his thickness.  He set the pace then, lifting and dropping, lifting and dropping, his own hips rising off the bench just slightly as she came down to slam into her with a little extra speed.  His own orgasm loomed, but he looked at her as she was forced up and down his length.  He smiled at her lovingly, happy to share this time with her and he asked her simply “ready my darling Angelique?” when he felt it become difficult to hold back the tide of his own bliss.<br/><br/>He held out as long as he could if she sensed she was close again, but eventually he let her fall down onto his cock one last time, then shifted his hands back out from under her and gripped her hips, holding her down in place.  With her firmly rooted on his lap, with his dick deep inside her he groaned and unleashed  His warm seed flooding upwards into the beautiful half elf in that perfect moment of pleasure.<br/><br/>He held her like that till every last wave of orgasmic pleasure passed through him before kissing her again and holding her body tight to his own.  Only breaking it long enough to offer to share a bath with her to clean up.  He wasn’t sure if one of the other women would be visiting his bed chamber tonight or not, but if it was Angelique’s ‘night’ with him, a schedule she set up, he’d offer to let her sleep in his bed tonight, promising another round at least after a bit of recovery time.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>He planned an early morning, getting only a few hours sleep thanks to his magical ring that let him do with only a pair of hours when needed.  Though he often slept for more, whenever he needed the extra time to refresh his mind for spellcasting.  Still he rose early and only engaged in some reading, and writing in his journal, enough ‘rest’ as needed before he went to his spell book and made sure he was ready for the day.  He made sure the door to his study was locked, to avoid any interruptions, and those in his house knew that a closed and locked door meant the need for privacy short of an emergency of some sort.<br/><br/>As he closed his spell book, his mind fully prepared and laden with his spells, he looked out the window to see the sun still low in its morning rise, and he took the letter he’d written to his mother, and sought out Angelique, knowing she’d be up and about by now.  He trusted her to get it sent out on a fast horse, and gave her some gold and silver coins to see that it happened, letting her know that it was a priority for the day.<br/><br/>Then he was off to the palace, either to break fast with the queen if she desired his company, or to seek out the arch mage if he was available.  He patted his magical pouch to insure that the ring Rosalyn had given him was in his pocket, unsure of divination magic and if even the powerful archmage would be able to do anything for him.  He dressed in a simple, rather plain outfit of silken trousers and blouse, as the day felt to be warm.  Then donning all of his normal gear, enacted the magic of his bracers.  The garments changed to those of an average merchant or traveler in clean but durable clothing.  It was a simple illusion in the bracers, but one that made him stand out a little less on the streets of Londinium, and he already had planned the elegant noble clothing that the illusion would shift into just before he arrived at the palace.<br/><br/>He saddled his trusted horse Blondie himself and rode out of the gates into the early morning light, his staff set in the holster built onto the saddle behind him, eager and hopeful to get some answers to the problems burning in his mind.<br/>