Ever since the court session in which Leto had met the lovely Lady Iolanthe, his sister had been gently hinting that she would really like to visit. Timing however, was not on their side. With his work still piling since the fires in Midas, and the added vein of gold they had found in the new mines of Colchis, Magnus had been up to his ears in work handling logistics and gaining new information. It was only a few days after the visit of the royal family to the mines, did Magnus finally manage to compile all of it into his monthly report, which he hand delivered to the second prince himself, before informing the royal family that he would be a little further away then Midas for a week. If need be, the Kotas family could reach him via homing pigeon for any emergencies, but other then that, he would be performing his duties in Arcanes, for he had informants there which he needed to keep in touch with as well, and he may as well use the trip to its full advantage.
Only then, did Magnus start arrangements for the visit he was to take with Leto to Arcanes, by invite of Lady Iolanthe herself.
Over the course of the two weeks ever since she had returned to Arcanes, Magnus had written short missives which had been delivered by runner boys, in which he briefly described his duties and asked upon her health and wellness. Short, sweet, with what he hoped was just the right amount of warmth for it to appear well to her. In all fairness, the spymaster was quite at a loss as to how one.. actually courted a female. Much of his courting involved seduction, honeypot missions in which he did to gain his information from loose lipped maidens.
This however, was an entirely different mission, and one Magnus intended to not fail.
As he entered the streets of the province, he smiled as the air seemed to fill with the heavy scent of smelting and melting gold - similar to his home province of Chaossis, where his father's workshop often had a similar scent as Nifakis made a weapon for a client. The hooves of his steed played a steady beat as he followed instructions by locals and up the streets to head to where the manor of the Peisistratos family was. In a way, Magnus held a slight apprehension in his heart. He knew from conversation that Iolanthe now stayed with her sister in law, and a brother who never made a showing in Colchian court.
Was he anxious to meet her family? Maybe. He had thoroughly debauched Iolanthe over the past month they had been lovers, and while Magnus knew he could do it, looking at her family members in their eye knowing he had done the things he's done to Iolanthe still had his heart beat go a little faster.
Having been a long day's ride from Midas, it was evening by the time he made it to the front door. Leto was due to arrive in a few days, for her had instructed her to spend as much time as she needed to get ready, before the carriage would carry her to Arcanes. On horseback, Magnus had travelled much faster.
Slipping off the back of his chestnut mare, the male patted off the dust from his travels, ensuring the dark forest green chiton was as presentable as he could manage on such short notice, before stepping forward to rap on the door. "Magnus of Chaossis, here to visit your mistress, Lady Iolanthe." he informed, when a servant poked his head out the front door to ask. Would she admit him? He hoped she did, or he would look quite the fool at their doorstep.
Iolanthe had received his messages, sending back missives of her own which she hoped were short enough not to annoy him in his busy hours. The invitation she had offered to him and his sister had been taken up, though given the travel time and how difficult it could be to travel between Arcanaes and Midas she wasn't sure of the exact time and date of their arrival. The lady was in the garden, dressed simply in a dusty rose colored robe that hung off of her shoulders and showed far more skin than she would ever dare at court. Here at home she could do and wear whatever she pleased, and it was not entirely uncommon for the ladies of the house to walk about completely bare when the mood struck.
A servant pulled her away from her inspection of the late summer roses where she had been trying to choose some for the arrangement on their tables. Galatea was having a lie down which left Iolanthe as the only hostess available to greet guests. When the name was given her heart lept into her throat and she smiled in what was no doubt a giddy manner. So he was finally here, and he would meet Gala and see the full extent of her brother's condition. What would he think of his relationship with her sister-in-law? Of her brother's stupor?
She supposed she should have changed, made herself look more appropriate and like the lady he had come to know in court, but she was too excited to see him again, too nervous to see what he would think of her and where she came from. Her hair was a mess of curls without any pins to hold it back, and she didn't bother to stop for a shawl that would cover her up a bit more. The servants had ushered him into the entrance hall as Iolanthe swept through, and she smiled brightly at the sight of him after a few weeks separation.
"Magnus, welcome. It's so good to see you."
Handing her armful of roses to one of the servants, she crossed the space between them and held out her arms to him for an embrace and moving to kiss his cheek, feeling free to behave more as they had on the boat in the privacy and safety of her own home.
Her bright smile made Magnus involuntarily smile as well when she greeted him, but it took little time for the spymaster's eyes to fall to how little the dress she wore covered, something considered quite indecent should she be at court. But as someone who came from a small province himself, he knew that the nobility was a little more relaxed when they were out of the main capitol of Colchis. It did not detract Magnus from allowing his eyes to wander first however, lingering on her bare shoulders and the curve of her neck, surfaces he had peppered kisses all over before.
And neither did he make it subtle, really. Knowing Galatea's home, he knew that her servant's were subtle, and discreet, something necessary when their mistress ran the best parties attended by people miles around. Magnus himself used to attend if to network, until he got into his job as the Master Informer just a few years prior.
Having stood in the entrance hall for a while before his lover made her appearance, Magnus had observed the well furnished manor which housed the Peisistratos family, yet the moment Iolanthe made her appearance, his attention had zeroed in on her. Opening his arms to accept her embrace, he leaned down and managed to brush his lips against the curve of her shoulder even as she kissed his cheek. Leaning back, the spymaster gave an affectionate chuckle as he reached up to attempt to rearrange her messed up curls.
"Is this how you present yourself to the people of Arcanes?" he murmured, in an attempt to mock her, before his smile grew warmer. "I think I somewhat like it." It was reminiscient of how she would look like after Magnus thoroughly tupped her, and it stirred up highly favorable memories as he stepped back and gave a more appropriate greeting by bowing at her waist to her. "It is my pleasure to see you in your home as well, Lady Iolanthe. My sister will arrive in a few days, and I am thankful for your invitation, for I think Leto would greatly love being back in a small province again." As if he was looking around for someone, his dark eyes slid to the surrounding, and then a questioning look fell on Iolanthe after. "Is your sister and brother currently indisposed? I should make my arrival known to the Lord and Lady of the House, I think." It was a habit long cultivated in Magnus ever since he started moving in the inner circles of nobility, even as one who was no noble himself.
"It is, we have little shame here, and more skin means more room to show off more jewels."
She shivered in delight as he kissed her neck and burrowed as close to him as he allowed until he parted them, a pout on her lips until he bowed and it was replaced with a laugh and bright grin once again. Reaching for his hand, Iolanthe wound it around her waist and slipped into the crook of his shoulder, sliding her own arms around him as she guided them forward. She pursed her lips slightly at his question about her brother and sister-in-law. They would all meet in due time, though she wasn't sure how they would take to one another in the slightest.
"My brother is resting, he is still recovering from a slight illness."
An understatement if ever there was one. When she had returned Isidore had been incoherent, and the physicians had warned both her and Galatea that he might not recover. And yet, here he was slowly becoming well again. She had mixed feelings over the state he was in, and had done her best to avoid any proper conversation with him since her return. She didn't want to hear about how disappointed he was inability to produce any children or maintain her contacts with her first husband's family.
"And the lady of the house has gone to visit her parents. They live in town, merchants."
Iolanthe took him straight through the house and out toward the back courtyard and the garden she had been lovingly tending since her return. The servants took grand care of things as well but being among the plants and flowering things in their last bloom was calming and she found herself meditating as she moved through the herbs and trees. A table and chairs had been set up on the last level of the terrace that overlooked the rest and she beamed proudly over the sight. Arcanaes was a beautiful bit of paradise set among the rocky cliffs of Colchis.
Her response made him smile, the way she shivered a familiar, welcome sensation under his fingers. Magnus found himself occasionally missing the privacy they would get aboard his ship during their time on sea, where the captain and crew knew well to give is cabin a wide breadth, and kept their mouths shut despite knowing what transpired between the two. While a widowed lady and a man of his age having a lover's affair was not scandalous by any means, he did not wish for tongues to wag to make Iolanthe's life more difficult then it already was.
But in a small province like Arcanes, he found himself, and evidently so did Iolanthe, more free and available, less constrained by the expectations of society. Welcoming her under his arm, Magnus did not fight as the minx wound his arm around her waist, and instead merely tightened his grip as she slipped against his shoulder, and following her guide across the threshold into her residence.
Hearing the news about her brother, Magnus nodded understandly. He has heard, of course, about the illnessof Lord Isidore, but it would seem the lord's wife and Iolanthe herself kept a tight lid around what was happening to the baron of Arcanaes, for he could not glean much from simply asking around. "Should I send my servants to get some nourishing herbs for your brother? I would love to help wherever I can." he offered, ever the gentleman that he was. Assuming Iolanthe would be worried for her brother, Magnus would do what he could to assist her.
Following her guide through the house to the gardens, he smiled as the sunlight hit his face again, and immediately took in the flowering blooms even despite the air turning colder as the months turned. Despite the rocky outcroppings of Colchis, Arcanaes was quite beautiful, and as Magnus turned to see Iolanthe's smiling beam, he could tell she was just as proud over the little province as she should be.
As Magnus would, if he had a barony to preside over.
"As I am glad to be here, with you." he murmured in return, leaning in to gently tilt her head up with fingers under her chin. Meeting her halfway, Magnus brushed a teasing kiss, his lips ghosting over hers, before leaning back again, wearing a sneaky grin on his own lips. "Any specific... reason why you're glad, though?" he asked, a lilt of a laugh in his tone, before he turned around to look at the blooms again. "You have a green thumb, my lady. My mother would enjoy a conversation with you, I think. Leto, not so much." At the subject of his sister however this time he turned his dark eyes to her again, with a more serious tone this time. "I do have to thank you, before I forget. You are one of the few Leto has taken to, amongst this new world she's ad to get used to. I do apologize if we become a burden to stay here."
Magnus’ kind request to send someone to fetch healing herbs for her brother caused her smile to flicker slightly, and she shook her head as the brightness returned to her face once again. There was no need for her lover to ever know the extent of the issues, the dislike no, hatred between herself and her brother. Soon enough it wouldn’t be a problem. Galatea could have no children, that much was obvious, and Isidore wasn’t clever enough to find a way around that by replacing her with someone else. That would only anger the jewel merchants of Arcanaes that were so very valuable to him and so very connected to his wife.
”No, thank you. It’s very kind but it won’t be necessary.”
Turning with a grin, she placed her hands on his chest and tipped her chin up to meet his kiss. Ever since her return to the province she had missed him, since before that really. After having so much time on the boat to do as they pleased, it was constantly infuriating to have to wait for him to be through with his work and have time to spend on her again. After ten years of a marriage bed that was less than comfortable and certainly not pleasurable, being given the affection that she had craved her entire life was addictive, and she was determined to find a way to keep him more available.
”Mmm I am glad that you can see my home. And that we have the privacy to do whatever we wish.” Iolanthe tucked herself back under his arm, desiring to be as close to him as possible for as long as he was here. She’d already informed the servants that his things were to be placed in her room, though of course he had a private room next to her own in the event he needed space.
The petite brunette looked about the garden with obvious pride, giving a satisfied nod in response to his compliment. The garden and growing things were her passion. When she had lived with Titus things had barely grown in the sand, but she’d coaxed a few straggling plants to life, but it was nothing like this. Arcanaes might have been known for its jewels but the barony was a jewel all its own when it came to the flowers, even this late in the season.
”It isn’t a burden at all, Leto is charming and sweet, she’ll do well for herself once she gets used to it.” The younger girl was very different, but her free spirit and large eyes combined with her brother’s cleverness and anything she might learn from Iolanthe herself, Leto could easily surpass them all in the world of society. ”I am eager to have her here as well, it will be a good change.”
For a moment, the spymaster found it odd that Iolanthe found it unnecessary - was her brother in a better state then Magnus was led to believe? But choosing to believe in the words of his lover, rather then insist upon what may be unnecessary, he mutely nodded, and followed her to the back of the Arcanaes manor towards where Magnus was shown a flourising garden.
A smug smile curled his lips upwards at Iolanthe's reply. Had he inadvertantly gave himself more then what he had hoped for? While the start had been hesitant, Iolanthe herself, despite having been married for ten years, still shy as a young maiden. But now, it would seem Magnus's... practices, has made his brunette lover crave far more then he could imagine. Of course, the dark-haired male did not complain, for he enjoyed such vices, and to have his lover of similar urges was a delightful coincidence.
She was kind, of soft words and gentle demeanour, especially if one judged by the way Iolanthe took to his sister. He had no doubt Leto would find great comfort here, away from the scrutiny of court for a few days. Having arranged for an extra live in maid to care for his parents while both their offspring was away, Magnus was now just looking forward to his sister's arrival in a couple of days.
"Would your brother mind? Considering he has been ill." he murmured, in consideration for her sibling. Unlike Iolanthe, Magnus has had a lifelong close relationship with the only sister he had, and it did not occur to him that perhaps, his companion's relationship with her brother was far different to what he and Leto shared.
Going on his own accord, perhaps even pulling Iolanthe along with him as he approached a blooming flower, a boyish smile appeared on his features, as he brushed his fingers against the velvety petals on the bloom, and turned with an impish look to Iolanthe. "Beautiful, as its mistress. Pity, both are in a public place right now. For many more could be done in private." the subtle hint beneath his words were not hard to discern. While Magnus enjoyed his outdoor activities much more, he would not deign to take a risk in accidentally besmirching Iolanthe's reputation should she be found in any undressed state on her own estate.
Magnus didn't seem inclined to drop the subject of her brother, and so Iolanthe tried to keep her smile from faltering as she again shook her head in reassurance, letting him go and moving to her favorite rose bush that overlooked the rest of the property and the village below. It was one of her favorite views in the entire country and as a child she could frequently be found hiding beneath the thorny branches when she needed to hide from her brother.
"Not in the slightest. You will be welcomed as guests ought, something to liven up the home."
The young woman reached for the small knife that hung from her belt to cut the bloom she currently held, lifting it to her nose to breathe in the scent of the late summer roses. Turning back to him with a feline smile at his comment, she brushed the petals of the rose against her lips and cheek before closing the gap between them. In her light sheer chiton she could feel the heat coming from his body, pressing her chest to his and tracing her free hand up to the patch of his bare chest that was exposed.
"Not public, very private." Standing on tiptoe, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, chestnut strands of hair falling over her shoulders and down her back completely unbound. "The servants here are very good at being discreet."
Iolanthe tucked rose into her hair, the thorns catching in her curls and holding it in place before her hands returned to her lover. It had been what felt like ages since she'd seen him, had proper time to touch him and kiss him. From the time on the boat until now they had only had a few stolen moments together and it had driven her mad. And she still didn't have the answer to her question, if he would consider marrying her.
Slipping her fingers along the waist of his trousers, she tugged his shirt aside to feel the warmth of his skin against her hands, still looking for all the world as if she were about to start purring. Her eyes searched his, begging him to give in and kiss her, touch her as he had on the boat. This was the invitation to return to those days, to forget about any sense of propriety. In a way it was showing him exactly what he could have if he agreed to the match she had proposed.
He watched the delicate way in which Iolanthe cut the bloom and held it to her nose with rapt attention. It was obvious to any who watched, that she was a noble lady raised as such through and through, and Magnus could not help but dwell on his star choice in ensuring that his sister would have a guidance in her starting life as a court lady. And that he had a good choice in the lady he would wed, if to achieve his lifelong dream of instating his family as nobility, that is.
None of which Iolanthe needed to know, of course. It was why Magnus had yet to tell anyone.
The smile the spymaster wore as she turned back was a gentle one, and he instinctively reached out to wrap an arm around her waist, allowing the whole length of her body to press against his, and relishing their warmth mingling together. It had been a long two weeks, and he chuckled in his low baritone when she impishly brushed her hand against the bare skin of his exposed chest. Raising a brow when she insisted they were in a private corner, Magnus tossed his gaze around as if doubting her words, and then smirked against her kiss.
"Shall I take your word then, my lady?" he murmured, using his chin to push down one of the straps away from her blush pink chiton, and pressing his warm lips against the bared shoulder. He had a bold one now, a large difference compared to the shy, beautiful maiden he had first seduced upon the ship - although really, it was questionable on who did the seducing, if one were to look back on it.
Yet if you asked him, Magnus would not complain one bit. He himself preferred the wilder side of life when it came to romance and lovers, and his smile merely grew as Iolanthe hooked her fingers against the waist of his trousers, his thin shirt easily going with her instructions. She was a seductress, of that, Magnus was sure.
With the other hand encirling her waist, the broad palm resting on her bottom, he placed pressure upon it to haul her against him, so close no piece of parchment could pass through. Using his chin, he pushed the other thin sleeve down, and smirked as her chiton fell a couple of inches lower then it used to be, revealing the swell of her creamy chest. Letting his lips fall to press soft, teasing kisses on the top of the swells, he flicked his gaze back at her, and grinned.
"You missed me, I take it?" his voice had took on a husky tone, as he let one hand find their way under the material, dragging fingers up the side of her legs. Should anyone walk past, they would see the lady of the house wrapped up in a tight embrace with their visitor... yet no one could see Magnus's fingers under her dress as they worked their way through.
With a hushed laugh as he brushed the first strap of her chiton aside, Iolanthe leaned into him fully and sighed happily as his lips caressed her skin. She had missed this, been aching for his touch ever since the last time they had parted, and didn't care one bit who knew. The staff of Arcanaes was very discreet, and they were far enough out in the garden that there were few who would come looking for them this way, though they would be in view if anyone was looking for them particularly. Her hands lightly scratched along his skin as he pressed her hips against his, lips finding bared skin at the top of his chest as she moved as close to him as she could manage with clothing still between them.
The slip of her other sleeve meant there was nothing else holding her gown in place and as he had desired bared most of her chest to his eager touch, her back arching to offer up to him as much skin as he desired. To be wanted, this was all she had ever hoped for. As many times as she had been kissed and touched in the past, nothing compared to this in any manner. Her husband had only ever done what he had to do in order to get her with child, and she had never known a man's hands to bring any sort of pleasure until Magnus had shown her on the boat from Taengea just what it could be.
Iolanthe exhaled sharply as his hand slipped beneath her gown, her own fingers still fumbling with his trousers to get them off. As much as she appreciated the convenience of trousers when he was working, a chiton or tunic would have been much less complicated for this particular situation. His voice sent shivers through her at the deep tone and Io smiled wickedly as a hand finally slipped into the front of his pants, sliding slowly along his thigh in a tease.
"More than you know. I hate when you leave."
Pressing her hand against him, she let her fingers play lightly along his length and sank her teeth into the material of his shirt, giving an insistent tug that told him she was very much ready for clothing to be out of the way. They could take their time later, now she simply wanted him after so many days apart.
The low rumble of a laugh started from the deepest corners of his chest, Magnus regarded Iolanthe with a mixture of flames and warmth, with a hint of affection in it. While the little brunette had been a pretty thing he had found himself quite attracted to when he had first saw her on the docks almost a decade ago, about to go off on her first adventure to her now-dead husband, the Iolanthe of today was decidedly different.
Yet, the man was not complaining.
Instead, he revelled in the fact that he's managed to pick out the lady that laid within, a lady that her useless husband had never been able to get himself introduced to. Magnus smirked as she pressed her hips against his. While she had been hesitant the very first time he had cornered her in the hallways of the Midas capital when they had first returned, it would seem that his little mistress had learned quite well indeed.
Dipping his head to give butterfly kisses over the creamy swell of her breast that he managed to reveal by pushing the top of her chiton off, the man breathed in her scent deeply, the feel of her skin, all that was Iolanthe that he had missed. It did not help that she arched her back towards him, providing him even easier access for his lips to find the sensitive tips of her breasts.
All the while, Magnus was aware of her exploring fingers as they fumbled with his trousers. Through his ministrations of his lips on her chest, the man chuckled as her frustrations made themselves clear. The chuckles were cut short however, when she finally found her way through the front of his trousers, and Magnus inhaled sharply as her fingers teased along his thigh.
He truly must miss her, if a simple touch afflicted him this way.
"My goodness. I must leave more often then? If I get such a welcome back." he murmured, teasingly pulling his hands further up along the thigh, before cupping her bare bottom in his large hands. Holding her up with the hand that cupped her bottom, Magnus could feel his length reacting to her touch, even as he shrugged out of his shirt. Thin as the material was, it slipped easily off him to reveal his bare, slightly more bronzed chest to his lover's eyes. The free hand now shifted her chiton so it would not hinder the movements of his hands, and as one hand kneaded her bottom, the other found its way between her legs. Magnus smirked as he seeked, and found the core of the woman he now held in his hands, and it was there that his fingers delved to find their treasure, the most sensitive nub of a woman.
"I don't think I'm quite home yet though, sweetheart." he murmured in her ear, as he slowly stroked her where she wanted him to, pulling her closer so his length would be pressed against her hip, giving him the delicious pleasure that he seeked. Rocking against her touch, Magnus nipped at her earlobe, his words breathy and husky as he spoke. "Would you let me come home?"
Iolanthe's free hand slid through his dark curls as his head nuzzled into her chest, letting her own head fall back with a hum of pleasure as she held him close. In a short span of time she had gone from widow to woman to lover and this man was the one who had helped her become her true self. Perhaps it was shameful, and certainly others would talk at the sight of them together and unmarried, but she didn't care. She had been miserable for ten long years, lost children and friends and family, and she wanted happiness whatever the cost, this man gave her that happiness.
Breathing out a laugh at his remark, she lifted the leg his hand was tracing along, wrapping it around his hip to draw herself against him. It wasn't possible to get close enough, and as his shirt came off she slipped her arms from the sleeves of her chiton, baring her torso and pressing against him. Gasping as his hand found her center, her head tipped back and a satisfied smile slowly crossed her lips. This was what she had missed, being with him without care for what any others might think of them, and allowing their bodies to simply move as one.
The murmured request in her ear sent shivers straight to her core and she whined softly, turning to draw her lips along his neck and drawing her nails lightly along his back. It took barely the span of a heartbeat for her arms to twine around his neck, trusting him to hold her upright she gave a slight jump to wrap her other leg around his hips, his hands on her bottom for support as she dragged his lips to hers again. There were no words to express how much she missed him, how much she wanted him. It was overwhelming in the best way to have him close, touching her, teasing her, giving her everything she wanted.
"Of course, my love."
With a contented sigh, her lips sought his in an eager kiss, biting gently at his lip to communicate exactly how desperate and eager she was for him again.
Feeling her heat so close to him was intoxicating, in a way Magnus intentionally chose not to linger too much on as he listened to all the little sounds she made whilst his fingers worked on her. Smiling when her head tipped back, the dark haired male took it as an invitation to draw his lips against her exposed neck, gliding his tongue across it even as he allowed his fingers to delve deeper into her moistening folds.
Leaning back against the wall as she returned with lips alng his neck, Magnus felt himself shiver at the feel of her own soft skin against his own, squeezing the hand resting on her bottom.
Feeling more then hearing ehr next movement, he stumbled a little as he tried to catch her bottom as she jumped. The finger that had been working on her core had to stop its work in order to catch Iolanthe, but when she finally wrapped her other leg around his lips, Magnus grinned as the chiton fell apart so her bare center would nestle against his own waist. He felt the heat that warmed his own desire, and it only served to fan the flames as he returned her kiss, nipping at her bottom lip before smirking at her.
My, he really had groomed a desirous woman that fit him in his own demands.
"Mmmm." Magnus murmured against her kiss, making sure she was secure against him, he used the other hand to fumble with the ties of his pants. When they finally untied enough for the material to fall around his ankles, the spymaster shifted so her womanly folds would settle directly over his stiff desire, but did not make any further movement. Instead, he merely allowed his own flesh to glide against her most sensitive nub, using both hands to lift and lower her in a sliding sensation.
"Like this? Or do you want more, love?" he whispered against her lips, nipping at biting at her skin even as he moved her bottom. Lowering his lips to bite at her collarbone, kissing the arch where shoulder met neck, and then up again to murmur in her ear. "Show me how much you missed me, love. I want to know."
Her voice was breathy as he held her close, a sigh on her lips as his teeth sank into the lower one, drawing a groan from deep in her chest. Iolanthe distracted herself as he held her with one hand, the other fumbling between them as her mouth sought out the skin of his neck and jaw, the prickle of his stubble against her own soft skin sent shivers through her spine. Her fingers tightened against him as he moved them into place, hips rocking eagerly as he held them so near and yet not close enough. A whine escaped her throat and her blue eyes dark with desire met his with a pout.
"You're teasing, you know what I want."
More than anything she wanted to be one with him, in every way imaginable. She wanted him to agree to stay with her forever and help her in the running of the barony when her brother died and she could wrest the reins from Galatea. She wanted him with her in bed, sharing pleasure and exploring one another's desires for the rest of their lives, and more than anything else she wanted to be told that she was worth something more than a failed broodmare, someone worthy of experiencing pleasure instead of just giving it. But those were not words that could be spoken in a moment like this.
Instead of speaking further, Iolanthe tightened her legs about him to try to get more purchase, trusting him once again to keep her upright as she reached between them to guide him to her entrance and sink down upon him. As soon as they were joined, her eyes fluttered closed and she returned her other hand to wrap about his shoulders, moving slowly to take in the full feeling of him, of them. It felt so strange that barely a few months ago she had never known any such thing, hadn't known that the joining of bodies could be anything close to this wonderful. Magnus didn't expect her to just lie still and let him do what he wished, he actively encouraged her to explore, to seek out more.
The bite to her collarbone drove her on, using her leverage to rock against him with another moan, her body happy to do as he asked and prove how much she'd missed him.
To a certain extent, Magnus wondered if someone else had been the one to introuce Iolanthe to such pleasures of the flesh, would she be as eager. Technically, she was a widow, but she had not been introduced to the proper ways in which a man and a woman should be loved, and as such, had been denied the pleasures for years. That she showed such an insatiable need for it now was no surprise to Magnus, and in fact, the spymaster was pleased with how his lover was.
But what disconcerted him, was the degree of how pleased he could get with her. Unlike previous lovers where he scratched an itch and left, or other where he merely exchanged a payment of pleasure for information he required to complete a task - he merely sought out Iolanthe for pleasure. To himself, he reasoned that Iolanthe was his ticket to his greatest dream in life, to ensure his father's name was continued in a noble house.
To think if there was more to it then simply just that... well, Magnus was unwilling to ponder just yet.
Instead, he simply allowed himself to be lost to the sensations. Grasping her thighs as they tightened around him, he secured her in his grasp, taking a sharp, shuddering intake of breathe when he felt her fingers grasp around him. His back arched against the wall as she sank down on him, the sweet, velveteen warmth that enveloped him more akin to coming home then anything he's felt before.
Leaning his head back, his eyes shuttered close just to enjoy the feel of Iolanthe around him, Magnus moved his hands from her thighs to grip tightly against her buttocks as she moved, moving right along with her. Allowing her to rock against him, Magnus did, however, slow her movements down so they became long, excruciating strokes, ensuring that he withdrew almost entirely, before diving back in with a fierceness that displayed how eager he was for their coupling. Burying his head in her shoulder to muffle his light moans, his teeth nibbled on her skin, found the lobe of her ear.
The movements were slow, but before long, Magnus found his desire stirring further, and he shifted so he could support her thighs on his forearms, splaying his palms on her arse as he rocked her against his manhood. Using his own hands, he rolled her quicker against him, his hips arching forward so they could dive deeper. Leaning in, Magnus pressed her lips to his, a searing kiss for her before he murmured huskily against her lips, "I want you to tell me what you want, Io." Purposely, Magnus slowed his movements again, and this time, his hold on her thighs and bottom meant Iolanthe could not move until she asked for it.