Look What The Cat Dragged In!

Tucked in a corner of the dining Hall, drowning her sorrows in a carafe of wine. Iris, lent against the wall, hazy as hell. Corvin chuckled. Looks like the prissy lady, had finally taken a beat from being prim and proper. Feeling somewhat a little more alive after he'd had a shut-eye in the infirmary. Corvin slumped in his chair, watching the scene unfolding before his eyes. Iris was nodding off, but each time her head slipped she would wake up. The stick was out of her bottom. Corvin chuckled again, gaining Maras's attention who sat beside him.

" What is so amusing?" Maras frowned, taking a sip from his wine.

" The prissy lady in the corner." Corvin took a swig himself and pointed at Iris.

" Oh," Maras drawled and frowned again.

" Do you know where her chamber is?" Corvin amusedly asked.

Maras shook his head " No" he took another sip of his wine " Dakran had been the one to assign her a chamber. But Sala might know" Maras shrugged and downed the glass of wine.

" Nice, ey" Maras smacked his lips, eyeing the carafe in the middle of the table.

" Yes," Corvin answered and pushed his chair " I'm going to take the prissy lady to bed" Corvin placed his glass on the table.

Maras frowned " To bed, bed? Or just" Maras grinned " To sleep" He finished his thoughts with a frown.

" Both" Corvin answered with a frown, as he stepped aside and scuffed his head.

" What?" Maras asked with a tinge of irritation in his tone, but the idiotic grin stayed on his stupid face.

Corvin didn't bother to dignify that with an answer and sauntered towards Iris, who hugged the carafe, going through the same motion. Dozing off and waking herself up, again.

Corvin halted his steps in front of her and leaned in " I said to live a little" He chuckled and leaned in " But I see that you've taken it a step too far" His gaze drifted to the carafe that which was almost empty.

" Shhhh" Iris placed her finger over her lips, swaying in her seat.

" Right" Corvin tried to pull the jug out of her hands, but Iris tugged back on it with a fierce frown.

" Mine" Iris slurred begrudgingly and looked at the jug.

" I see. It's time for your nap" Corvin amusedly said and lugged her on his shoulder, jug and all.

" Where is your chamber?" He asked as he swerved past the people in the hall.

His question remained unanswered. Iris slumped on his shoulder, holding on to the jug, groaning and mumbling incomprehensible words.

Corvin sighed, as he stepped out of the hall. He looked left, and right and decided that it would be best to find a bed. His bed was as good as any. Sharing a chamber with Falkirk had its advantages. He spent quite a lot of time in the kitchen. Waking up in the dead of the night to cook.

With that thought in mind, Corvin made his way towards the servant's quarters. The jug fell with a clatter behind him, just as he stepped out of Ironstone, into the grounds. That was a sign that the wine was taking over Iris's mind and she was slowly slipping away into dreamland.

Corvin pushed the door opened, and sighed. He would have to share a bed with Falkirk. Not big enough for both of them, unless they would cuddle. Corvin frowned at his thoughts.

Somewhat careful Corvin placed Iris on the small bed. Iris opened her eyes and grinned.

" Ian" she mumbled and reached for his face. Well, she wasn't asleep, just dazed enough to see things that weren't there.

" Corvin" He corrected her, tugging on the cover stuck under her.

" Oh," The disappointment in her tone was more than evident.

Iris grumbled some more and pulled herself up when he tugged again on the cover.

" Hot" She tugged on her tunic, pulled over her head and threw it on the floor.

" Whoah" Corvin grabbed the tunic and threw it at her as fast as he could.

" You're naked" Corvin took a step back trying his best to keep his eyes from straying away from her face. But the sight of voluptuous bosom was hard to ignore. Really hard.

Corvin blew out a breath, trying to still his thoughts. The fact that Iris just slumped back on the bed, with her bosom in full view didn't help his resolve.

" Come" she mumbled, snuggling in the bed. Enticing offer, any other day he would've taken it if she weren't so hazed. The wine had done a pretty good job of rendering her incapable of saying more than one word.

" Come" she beckoned again, raising her hand but she couldn't hold it up long enough and it flopped on her thigh.

Corvin blew another breath and scrubbed his face trying to gather his thoughts. He found her annoying, uptight and he'd never thought of her that way. Up until that point, he saw her as nothing more than just a friend, an irritating one.

Iris tugged on the cover and covered the breast that peeked from under the sheets. She was pretty, he had to admit. He hadn't laid eyes on a naked woman....he couldn't remember when it was last. He shrugged and without wasting any more time he snuggled next to her. Happily, placing his palm on her breast. At the soft feel of her breast filling his hand, Corvin sighed, content. Breasts, he'd forgotten how nice it felt to touch one. An opportunity, that he'd probably not have if she were sober. The prissy lady would never let him touch her. She seemed pretty attached to her husband.

What kind of moron would choose, a desolate place over the yumminess, stuck to his chest.

Iris softly sighed, place her hand over his, and slowly peeled it off. Corvin frowned as their joined hands travelled down. Past her tummy, past the waistband of her trousers and in between her legs.

" Iris" Corvin huffed when she pushed his hand in between her folds.

" I'm not your husband " Corvin tried to bring her to reality, thinking that she was imagining things.

" I know" Iris moaned as she rubbed his hand in between her folds.

Corvin stilled for a moment, and blinked a little dumbstruck. Wait, she knew. So, not that plastered. His frown turned upside down and reprised rubbing her wet lips. While Iris squirmed, sighing, breasts moving up and down under the cover. She purred, wrapping her hand around his neck and turned her head to look at him. Glazed green eyes, parted lips, wanton. Now, he wanted a piece of that ass.

Corvin pulled his hand from in between her legs and freed his throbbing cock. This would be quick, he thought as he tugged on her trousers, pushing them down to her knees. He was so excited and ready to get some that he didn't even bother with the kissing or any other things that he was meant to do. With one single thrust, he tucked his erection into her wet folds. Iris moaned, pushing her breast up and tugging on his hair. She was injured, so gentle. Corvin told himself and also maybe he'd last longer. Iris sighed and purred with each of his thrusts, her bosom shook. She was quite a beautiful sight. He'd missed fucking, out of all things. With one final grunt Corvin pushed himself as deep as he could and pulled out, spreading his seed on her thigh and bed.

Exerted but not stated, not in the least. His memory had been jogged, and now he remembered the small pleasures of life. Fucking. He loved fucking.

Iris melted into his chest, by the looks of it, she didn't need a lot either. And slowly, but surely drifted to sleep.