He bought his lips down against her exposed stomach, his hands running along her sides and then down to her hips and knees before trailing back up again. He heard her gasp softly, felt the wash of goosebumps across her skin and he smiled. Again he kissed her, though lower this time. Again and again… until he brought his lips down slow and soft between her thighs.
As he kissed her, he let his tongue slip free to dance across whatever tender flesh it could find, searching for that little pink mound that he knew would make her moan. Maia squirmed and writhed at his touch all the while, though when his tongue found her she couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her. A moan that caused Ignacio to smile. He looked up towards her, watching her face as his tongue pressed firm against her warm slit, slipping between her folds where it found that sweet mound he had been searching for.
Maia threw her head back, her own eyes falling shut as every nerve ending in her body fired off with pleasure. Ignacio always knew just where, and how, to touch her and she loved every moment of it. Her reaction pleased Ignacio and he closed his own eyes, focusing on the adventures of his tongue as it rubbed and caressed her clit.
His tongue worked against her warm, wet pussy for some time and he could tell from both her reaction as well as her taste that she had cum for him at least twice. Her ragged breathing and near whimpered moans only pleased him all the more, though it was her breathy words that pushed him over the edge.
“Oh God, Ignacio…” Maia whimpered. “I need you inside of me…”
That was all she had to say. He pulled away from her, leaving one last kiss to her glistening pussy, and stood on his knees. With a swift motion he undid his pants, pulling free his already hard member. He knelt there a moment, looking down at her half-naked and freshly licked body before him, his cock in his hand as he stroked it gently. When she chewed softly at her lower lip, her eyes falling to watch as he fondled himself, he grinned.
His dick throbbed, and he couldn’t deprive either of them of what they wanted, any longer. He brought himself down over her, settling between her already spread legs. He braced himself with one hand pressed into the bed, while the other left his dick and moved to grab hold of Maia’s hip. Throbbing and hard for her, he pushed his cock against her, that swollen tip slipping between those wet and welcome lips of hers, with a surge of pleasure.
For a moment, he paused, enjoying the look of agonizing lust that passed across Maia’s face. He grinned, finding that teasing her was nearly as good as indulging her. He couldn’t hold out long, however, and as she reached up to grab hold of his waist and shoulder, he thrust his hips and buried his cock to the hilt inside of her.
“Oh, God!” Maia groaned in both shock and pleasure.
“Your pussy feels so good, Maia,” he groaned in response.
His hips began to rock, and they fell into a blissful rhythm with one another. All of the tension, confusion and fear that had dogged them from nearly the moment they had first met, melted away, and they were finally allowed to consume one another as lovers.
For the first time, neither of them worried. They no longer worried about the US Government tracking them because Ignacio had slipped up with his dragon fire and turned miles of the Mojave to glass. They no longer worried about who might be tracking them and if they were actually safe where they were. It was such a feeling of liberation that the two of them quickly became lost within one another, everything else just fading into the background.
Lost in their own little world of love, neither expected their antics to be overheard by another. Yet, pressed against the wall just outside of Ignacio’s door, Elena stood frozen in heartbreak. She had simply been passing through the hall when she heard their voices and couldn’t help herself but to listen. Their conversation had been painful enough to hear, what with Ignacio denouncing any feelings for her whatsoever. But when the first sounds of their love making wafted through the door, Elena felt her heart seize in her chest.
Frozen against the wall, she cried. Her body ached with the need to run, to put as much distance between herself and that door as possible. Yet, she found that at first, she couldn’t move a muscle. Anger, pain, and sadness paralyzed her for what felt like forever, punishing her and forcing her to listen to them together. Finally, her body surged with adrenaline and she managed to push herself away from the wall. With tears streaming down her face, she ran. Only one person in this house would understand how she felt, and comfort her. She had to find Camilla.
*
Camilla was never a difficult woman to find. Her days were often spent lounging around the massive estate, usually in the salon or in her private rooms, trying to find some way to alleviate the boredom that plagued her. Thus, when Elena burst into the salon, tears in her eyes, she found Camilla draped across a chaise lounge with a book in her lap and a glass of wine in her hand. A typical sight, to be quite honest.
When Elena came into the room, a crying mess, she went straight to Camilla in hopes that the woman would give her some of the comfort she needed in that moment. When Camilla saw her, she sat up and set her book aside, a look of concern passing across her face.
“Elena? Are you alright?” She asked, more curious as to why she was crying than actually concerned about it.
“No!” Cried Elena, coming to drop beside Camilla onto the chaise.
That was the only answer she gave as she dropped like a stone beside Camilla on the lounge. Her tears intensified, and her sobbing became heavier. Camilla, not quite sure what was going on, played her part and put an arm around the crying Elena.
“Elena, calm down and tell me what’s wrong,” Camilla said, in a soft voice.
It took a few moments, but eventually Elena calmed herself. Her face was stained with tears, her eyes red and puffy from her efforts. Slowly, her sobbing breath relaxed and with a soft stutter in her throat, she did her best to tell Camilla what had made her cry in the first place.
“Ignacio doesn’t care for me at all,” Elena squeaked. The words nearly not making it out. “I… I overheard him with that other woman…”
“Overheard him? What on earth did he say?” Camilla asked, wildly curious but trying her best to temper it.
Elena lifted her eyes to the ceiling and sighed heavily, her breath still shaking as her body tried to recover from her brief, yet, near hysterical crying fit. She brought her hands to her face, pressing them against her cheeks before moving to wipe away what tears still remained in her eyes.
“That I am not the future he wants. She is,” she forced the words out, a heavy sigh coming with them. What she said next, however, threatened to choke her up even as she said it. “…and then I hear them… together…”
“Oh, poor thing…” Camilla knew what Elena was getting at and pulled the girl in close for a reassuring embrace.
For a moment, the two women just sat there, Camilla holding Elena as she slowly got herself back under control. Stroking the younger woman’s dark hair, Camilla thought about the situation. When she spoke, she chose her words and her tone carefully.
“It’s alright, Elena.” She soothed. “I know it hurts… but deep down you knew that woman had her claws in him deep. How else could a woman like that keep a man like Ignacio’s attention?”
Elena sniffled, looking towards Camilla with an innocent look of confusion before she realized that Camilla was calling Maia a whore. She nodded, again wiping her eyes with a soft sigh. Her stomach still felt as though it was in knots, her chest ached.
“I… suppose you are right.” She softly agreed. “But what am I to do? Ignacio doesn’t seem to care for me at all. I feel like he would rather I wasn’t around at all…”
Camilla could tell the girl was already losing faith in Ignacio and her betrothal to him. She decided to seize the moment for herself. If she played her cards right, she could have Ignacio as her own personal plaything without need for worry about Elena snatching him up. Of course, it would be unfortunate to lose such a well-groomed h
andmaid, but she would get by.
“I fear Ignacio may have changed during his time away…” Camilla mused with faux innocence in her voice.
“But where did he go? No one has told me where he has been all of this time…” Elena questioned. It was true, she had been kept fairly in the dark about the entire situation. All she knew was that he had needed time away.
“I’m not sure, to be quite honest,” Camilla said, a small nugget of truth for once. “But wherever it was, it seems to have turned him, though I am sure that woman is no help either.”
She gave a soft squeeze to Elena’s shoulder and gently stood up from the chaise, taking her book and setting it on the small nearby table. She gave a glance towards Elena, trying to read the girl’s face before she continued.
“The question I have always wondered, and please forgive me, is why Ignacio chose to leave a woman like you behind in the first place,” Camilla said the words so casually, though they were barbed, and by the look on Elena’s face, they were right on target.
“You are such a lovely woman, so beautiful and sweet…” She continued, taking a few steps to the small bar along the wall of the salon to fix herself a drink. “When your engagement was first announced, I thought you were the perfect fit for one another, though now… I am not so sure…”
“What do you mean?” Asked Elena, right on cue like a good girl.
“What I mean… is I am no longer sure that you would be happy with Ignacio…” She turned to face Elena, drink in hand and a casual lean against the bar. “You are still such a sweet and loving woman…. but he has changed.”
Camilla took a sip of her drink, daring a glance at Elena to watch her reaction. The woman was far too easy to manipulate, and she reacted just as Camilla had expected. Elena lowered her eyes, thinking over Camilla’s words as if they were some parable or gospel to dwell upon. Camilla took the moment to smirk and silently praise herself before putting her mask back on and opening her mouth once more.
“I don’t mean to make you worry or to upset you, Elena. I only want what is best for you,” Camilla said, returning to sit beside Elena and place a gentle hand against her knee. “I think of you like a sister, after all these years together.”
Boom. There it was. The words she knew Elena wanted to hear from her. A soft smile came to the young woman’s face and she nodded gently. Everything Camilla had said would stick with her and Camilla knew exactly where her mind would go. Not wanting to spoil it, she decided to send Elena off to be alone and think on it for a while.
“Why don’t you go and enjoy a nice, hot bath to try and relax. Hm?” She suggested to Elena. “I’ll send Lucia up to draw it for you right now.”
Elena nodded, and the two women stood up. Drink still in hand, Camilla gave the younger woman a light hug and then shooed her out of the salon. Once she was gone, Camilla sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. Life would be far less annoying once that girl was gone and all Camilla had to worry about was the boys. Tossing back what was left of her drink, she went to find Lucia and sent her off to tend to Elena and her bath.
Chapter Five
Camilla Isidore Esposito DeLeon is the epitome of a trophy wife. Their marriage had been arranged over a decade ago by her and Rafael’s parents. A very traditional path that had two prominent and rich families connecting themselves together. Camilla and Rafael had been given little say in the matter, but their upbringings had prepared them for it and shortly after their engagement had been announced, they were wed.
Twelve years later and Camilla was bored with nearly every aspect of her life. She had never expected marriage to a dragon to be so… dull. Of course, she hadn’t known of her husband’s dragon heritage when they were first engaged, but she learned of it quickly enough… and yet the excitement from it passed unfortunately quickly. Rafael almost never transformed into his true self, and when he did it was rare that she was around for it. Their relationship was far more of a business contract than a marriage of love. Sadly, it left Camilla with way too much time on her hands and far, far too little to do.
Coming from a large family, of which she was a middle child, one of the biggest changes for her after her marriage was moving into a home so devoid of other people. At the point of their marriage, Rafael’s mother had already passed away and his father was often away on business or some such. Rafael’s two younger brothers were about, but they kept their distance from her for the most part. She was a spoiled brat, a typical rich girl, and they quickly decided they didn’t like her.
Even their staff was limited. A single butler and one cook, nothing more. Whenever the family required more assistance for something, a rotation of people was hired from a number of outside companies. Never the same people twice and never for all that long. At first, she couldn’t understand why… but soon enough she realized it was a matter of safety. Yes, they were a family of dragons. But that did not mean they could let the entire world know. Careful secrecy had kept them safe, and rich, for generations. Camilla would just have to get used to a far quieter lifestyle.
It was quite the adjustment, to be honest. Going from a home bustling with life and people, friends and family, to a home that was nearly as empty as a tomb. The first few years were terrible for her. No longer did she have her own dedicated staff member and she had been rather restricted on which friends were allowed to visit their home. She was quite miserable for the first five years of her marriage to Rafael, constantly wishing that her husband would pay her just a little more attention… or at the very least provide her with some company to keep her days distracted. Instead, she was left to herself.
Leaving such a spoiled little rich girl to entertain herself was probably one of the worst mistakes Rafael ever made throughout his marriage. She became a terror. Most of her time was spent harassing Manuel and Lucia, demanding they do this and that. Poor Lucia nearly quit before Camilla had been in the house two years. It was only after a hefty raise, as well as a screaming match between Rafael and Camilla, that Lucia agreed to stay on. Of course, it all meant nothing to Camilla and she simply shifted her focus around.
Manuel was run ragged with tasks and chores. She made sure to start demanding specific foods for Lucia to find and prepare just to subtly twist the knife on the woman. She even began to harass Rafael’s younger brothers when she had the chance to. Ignacio was easier to find, since he was the older one and seemed to help out the household staff pretty often. He was 18 at that time and Camilla noticed he had grown into that gangly body of his finally.
At first, she tried to flirt with him casually, but he ignored her advances time and time again. Once she even flat out offered to give herself to him and he denied her… it was a feeling she had never really experienced before. In that moment, Ignacio became something of a unicorn for her. A quarry she desperately wanted to catch but who was always just beyond her grasp.
She was somewhat sated, for a short time, when the baby of the family got old enough to come onto her radar. Mateo was only 17, but he had been given all of the charm in the family when compared to his brothers. He showed an interest in Camilla, if only a carnal one, and kept her occupied for some time, though shortly after Ignacio fled from his engagement to Elena… Mateo took off as well. He’d left behind a note saying he wanted to find his own life… but there were quite a few assumptions as to the real reason he left.
These days, Camilla had pretty much turned to drinking in order to forget her boring life. Once the younger brothers had left, she had been left with only Elena and the help to pester. Of course, Elena had become quite a useful little tool, but that only did so much to entertain the trophy wife. Now that Ignacio had returned and had brought his little lover with him, Camilla felt a thrill of excitement at all of the fun she might be able to have.
After finding Lucia and sending her, grumbling, off to draw a bath for Elena, Camilla decided to go on a little hunt to find Ignacio. Based on what Elena had said, she knew that Ignacio and Maia had just spen
t some time together… but she also knew a dragon had a tendency to be ravenous after a romp in the sack.
She swung back around towards the kitchen but when she arrived all she found was Manuel working on preparations for dinner. With a huff, she continued on her little search for the most elusive of the DeLeon dragons. When she finally found him, it was in the main upstairs hallway. He came walking out of one of the main bathrooms in nothing more than a pair of gym shorts and a pair of slippers, ruffling a white towel through his hair. She noticed it seemed choppy in the way it was cut… as if he had just grabbed hold of it and lopped it right off and left it. Either way, he looked delicious.
“Well, well,” she purred when the distance between them shrank. “It looks as though whatever life you’ve been leading has been a good one.”
Her words were enough to surprise him and stop him in his tracks, but it was the feel of her finger dragging down along his chest and stomach that got a slight yelp out of him. When he pulled the towel away from his head he was greeted by the sight of Camilla smiling at him. She gave a little quirk of her brow at him and bit her lower lip in a flirty way.
“You look great, Ignacio,” she said, batting her eyes a bit. “I love what you’ve done with your hair.”
As she said it, she reached her hand out to brush aside a wet lock of his dark hair. He pulled away from her a bit, looking confused, but she didn’t back down. The sight of him half naked, freshly showered and smelling fantastic was impossible to resist.
“Oh, come now. You’ve been denying me for years,” she murmured, stepping closer to him. “At least give me a little taste…”
She slipped her arms around his waist, pulled him close and planted her lips right on his. It lasted for all of five seconds, which was about how long it took Ignacio to gather his wits, and then he pushed her away. The look of shock and mild disgust on his face hurt more than actually being pushed away.
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