Chapter 117: Is That A P*nis ?! (R18)

"Now that we are done with dinner..."

"I guess it’s fair to consider your wish granted"

Isolde muttered, dabbing her lips with a cloth as she watched Ben empty the cup of wine in his hand.

She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for, but she knew she didn’t just want to end things at dinner with this person... however, saying such would be improper and very unladylike.

Ben stood up slowly, casually pushing back the seat from behind him, which caused a gloomy look to mar Isolde’s expression, seeing he was actually about to leave, but she tried to mask it as best as she could as she too stood from her seat as she began to say to Ben....

"You know....on second thought..."

"I feel it’s a bit unfair to only compensate you with a simple dinner after you went out of your way to...."

As Isolde spoke, she suddenly paused because the young man wasn’t actually going towards the exit as she had expected....

He was walking towards her.

"Really ?" Ben said with a soft smile as he drew closer to Isolde.

"I think you are misunderstanding something, my lady....."

He said to her, now standing close enough to her to look down at her softly heaving chest, and her milky, glistening cleavage; her lavender scent enshrouding his senses, taking in the way her curly bright violet hair draped beautifully over her back and chest....

Her eyes, crystal and a darker shade of hazel, boring into his with a heat that spoke volumes of the unspoken tension that’s been simmering underneath the surface throughout the evening.

"When I said I wanted dinner with my lady..." Ben calmly wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing Isolde to him as he purred sensually into her ear, feeling her heart rate begin to spike against his chest.

"I meant to have you on the menu as well... my lady." He whispered in addition, before drawing back and looking Isolde in the eyes, her face burning red, her heartbeat loud enough for him to hear, her cleavage heaving, rising and falling in tandem with her heartbeat, struggling tightly inside the bodice of her purple gown.

"How...."

Isolde stammered in a deep blush, taking two steps back, pulling away from Ben and meeting the edge of the dinner table behind her; her right hand rose up and struck Ben across the face.

"How dare you?!"

Isolde’s breathing was rapid, her face flushed, with no idea of how to react to such a situation....

But when she saw the young man approach her yet again... she decided to let go and let the woman inside her just be.

Ben Dover took two steps to meet Isolde again; the slap had been more of a tap even from a mortal’s perspective....

His right hand reached to palm the side of Isolde’s cheek, and seeing her close her eyes for a moment, and her head gently resting into his palm before her eyes slowly drifted open again, her dark hazel eyes staring heatedly at him with her face flushing a deep red....

Ben slowly brought his lips to meet hers in a slow, steamy kiss, their tongues entwining as his right hand went and wrapped again around her curvy waist, Isolde’s hands holding Ben’s face from both sides as she kissed him with a longing, long-buried.

Their kiss grew more intense as the seconds turned into minutes, Ben’s hands exploring from behind her, a slow romance that traced the line of her spine over her gown, down the length of her back to her round waist before rubbing and pushing into the full curves of her behind.

Ben drew his lips in slow kisses down Isolde’s chin, then proceeded to the side of her tender neck, kissing along her supple skin and down towards her chest as soft moans escaped Isolde, her hands going to wrap around Ben’s head as he reached her luscious cleavage, drawing his lips in slow kisses over her heaving mounds, and back up again along her neck.

Ben’s hands reached to either side of Isolde’s shoulders, pulling down the straps of her gown, with Isolde drawing her arms off them and Ben unfastening her bodice with her gown pooling and falling to her waist, and her beautiful breasts springing free.

As Ben’s right hand was at work cupping her ass cheeks in gentle romance, his left hand came up to wrap around Isolde’s left breast, the suppleness of her milky mounds melting into his grip, her pointy pink nipples, glistening and shimmering beautifully; Ben couldn’t help but latch onto it with his mouth and suckling on her deliciousness, his hand kneading into them, flicking and suckling on her breast and nipples with his tongue, licking and biting tenderly as he alternated to the right breast and back.

Isolde’s moans came out in loud bursts of uncontrolled whimpers; her arms were wrapped around Ben’s head, drawing him closer into her as her body teetered on the edge of enshrouding pleasure, a heat building up deep inside her and burning outward, wanting to take all of this man in, wanting to be connected in a way she’s never explored before.

"Hmm!...."

Ben took his time indulging in Isolde’s delicious breasts, her growing moans serving as a sweet background to the burning sensual tension between them, his lips drawing on her nipple, suckling and pulling it taut, drawing and kneading into them with his hands and planting soft kisses and licks over the top, side and between her cleavages, before sucking on them again, Isolde’s moans growing with every passing moment.

The servants who were responsible for arranging their dinner happened to walk in at exactly that time, and seeing Isolde and Ben in that state, they both ran out apologizing and bowing before slamming the exit to the large room shut.

Ben and Isolde barely noticed the intrusion; Ben’s mouth drew lower from Isolde’s breasts down her tender belly, kissing every part of her as he lifted her by her ass cheeks, balancing her on the edge of the dinning table with some of the dishes pushed off and clattering on the ground.

Ben drew back from Isolde, taking her right leg in hand, and kissing slowly from her calf, all the way to her thigh, drawing his tongue along the width of her succulent thighs, reaching upward to her mid thighs. Holding her right leg in place, he did the same with the left, Isolde’s soft moans coming more frantic as her arousal bloomed into a burning need between her thighs.

Yet, even in her aroused and needful state, amidst all the pleasure running through her, she felt regretful that she wouldn’t be having Hardwood inside her, the way her body craved, the way something inside her longed for. After all, all free men of this world no longer had that part of them.

But when she saw the young man suddenly pull down his pants, something her body instantly recognized sprang to life, veiny, throbbing... beautiful. Isolde’s glazed eyes widened in immense shock as she muttered, stammering...

"Is...."

"Is that a penis?!"