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Summer has arrived at least stronger than ever, the heat wave a mighty lion engulfing the country in an indolent lifestyle that, though relaxed, not everyone in the mansion appreciated.
Napoleon was one of them, running around the halls ordering things he only saw to be messy, while his little students enjoyed a well deserved vacation from their studies.
“It reached my ear that this summer was indeed being too hot for you to bear, is it ?”
As he spoke, Comte sent a glance to Julia who sat slumped on Jean’s chest on a sofa hidden under the tree’s thick foliage, he smiled at the sight of her nephew’s chartreuse eyes glimmering with happiness at the news she foresaw coming from him.
“But I have an idea.”
The spark in his amber gaze didn’t go unnoticed to the residents gathered in the garden, shocking even the usually stoic Sebastian who was holding a parasol over their head.
“I think we all could enjoy a vacation on our own. I will cover all the expenses you just have to pick a destination of your choice and let your fate in my hands.”
Needless to say no one thought twice about his offer, and so baggages in hand everyone adventured themselves in their own journey.
“I am so excited we have picked the same palace to go on vacation in.”
Julia’s shrill voice seemed to shake the whole train wagon awake as she looked at Elaine, whose smile didn't fail to outshone the sun itself since they found each other at the train station barely a few hours ago.
“I am too. I can’t wait to see all Corsica has to offer and let’s say I adore the idea of staying at your uncle’s villa.”
“I bet he has mansions all around the world.”
“Well he seem he come up with a good idea for once”
Jean’s voice made her laugh softly as she playfully slapped his chest looking up at him as he stroked fondly her cheek with his thumb.
“Come on, you know he wouldn’t let an occasion to spoil us pass him by.”
“To spoil you.”
“And you too.”
Playfully she brushed her nose against his, oblivious to the curious glances of the train’s passengers … and even those of their friends sat in front of them.
Napoleon’s cough did nothing to separate them and so he resumed his chat with his lover, whose pink eyes shone in the noon’s sun shining through the windows.
“I am really happy you have picked this destination. It is a lot to me.”
“I know, that’s why I picked it.”
Between carefree laughs and idle chats the travel went on, it was long but no one of them mind given the pleasant company and even the beautiful scenery of the countries the train passed through.
At least they landed in the isle of Corsica.
It was a sight to behold, mountains, valley and cascades all took her attention in turn as the seagulls shrieked fling high above the water from where they came from, accompanying the boat in its travel as the peculiar group decided to retire for the night in the mediterranean style villa secluded in an hidden corner of the isle surrounded by a luscious greenery to grant as much privacy as possible from the outside world.
Napoleon remembered that island well, memories of distant past overlapping with most recent ones, but along lights there came shadows, demons swirled in his mind immediately brushed away from the warmth of her hand taking his.
They were two against the world and he had all the intention to make her the happiest girl on earth as she made him.
Every season had his peculiar scents, and sights worth of painting he never got tired to admire yet nothing could compare to his lover’s beauty.
She was really a sight to behold, he never could get tired to admire in all her glory every time of the day, smiling at the sight of her rosy irises flashing scarlet with lust when they were in bed, cherishing any moment and giving himself over to her, revelling in the little prickle of her fangs scraped on his skin, quenching her thirst with him while groans of pleasure fled from his lips.
He enjoyed even submission taking pleasure as she rode him out all through the night, using him for her own pleasure, letting him lead only at the break of dawn for an intense session that would have made her sore the next day but she didn’t mind, not at all.
Her voice, a melody to his ear, hearty laugh or easy talks it was a song he never got tired to listen to, like the sensation of her hand engulfed in his, as they strolled side by side through Paris, making shopping or sightseeing the stores’ windows basking in the busy atmosphere of the city, it felt natural as a second nature like the love he hold for her has become to him.
To think of the day he would have been this happy, sharing that simple life he always yearned for, was a gift he couldn't believe to be so lucky to have, loving her like he had never loved before, thinking that maybe his arrival at the mansion had a purpose after all, to meet and feel in love with that peculiar girl who had enough courage to stick up to him, becoming a vampire just to be at his side.
His heart swelled with affection at her thoughtful act, ready to support and love her so much she wouldn’t have been able to regret her choice because he wouldn’t have given her any reason for it.
The sun was shining high, bathing everything in sight in its tepid warmth, the laundry billowing in the wind seemed to dance for an imaginary audience following the chirping melody of the birds hidden among the foliage of the trees.
It was such a nice day she spent all morning running out and about in the villa’s gardens going to the extra miles to spend as much time as possible basking in the tepid air of the summer ocasinaly refreshed by the salty breeze brushing in the garden, whispering about adventures the island had to offer, with prompt she collected fruits from the trees thinking already of the delicious meal she would have prepared, picturing the smiling on his lover face enough to make her heart race furiously in her chest, a rosy blush arised to her cheeks hidden by the huge stack of laundry neatly folded in the basket she was taking inside.
The moment Elaine stepped in the hall he senses her presence, it wasn't just the habit of her soft voice singing to herself that awoke him rather it was something else he couldn’t point out, and then just when he was to give up, mindlessly walking down the staircase to greet her suddenly it invaded his nostrils.
The sweet aroma of peach melted with the fresh scent of bergamot, harmoniously mixed with jasmine and sandalwood, her perfume the same he would have recognized among thousands exactly like standing out like a colorful flower in the dull monotony his life had been up until their meeting.
She placed the basket in the little storehouse before walking toward the kitchen, he followed his movements stealthy in a way he hoped she couldn't hear him, proud of himself for his idea, he followed his plan smirking at the little yelp escaping her rosy lips as he hugged her from behind.
“Leone!”
“You didn’t expect me, mia piccola principessa ?”
“You can say. I thought you were sparring with Jean.”
“I was but then his wife came in and … well he remembered he had to help her with reordering their luggages.”
“Do you really think Julia needed his help for that ?”
“Not at all.”
“Why do I have the sensation there is something naughty going on ?”
“Because you have a good instinct. They were only walking hand in hand through the corridor but it was clear as the day how much they loved one another, trust me with the accomplice's glances they shared I am more than sure you are right as ever.”
He nuzzled in her neck, letting her sweet scent invade his nostrils, driving him mad a sensation he experienced only with bloodlust but totally different, here he felt the need to lick and suck on her skin not to draw blood but to sign her fair skin with rosy love bites, visible proof of his unyielding affection.
“Ahhh … Leone, what are you doing ? It’s still morning.”
“I know.”
His voice huskier than what he normally was as he tightened his arms around her, pushing his body against her betraying a need that wasn’t there before.
A desire he wishes to satisfy only with her alone.
That thought put disarray in her as she yielded, as she always did, to that uncontainable passion that linked their hearts together.
“I love your perfume.”
His lips nibbled on the soft skin of her shoulder, before trailing the tip of his tongue from her neck to her earlobe, brushing an earring of hers with his nose.
It was a gift of his for their anniversary and the idea she wore it ever since, thinking each day of him, never failed to make his heart beat a little faster in his chest, filled with a warm love he never believed he could have experienced,
“You naughty boy, we aren't alone in the house, you know ?”
“If you can still think of something else then I am not doing a good job.”
He scraped his fangs on the side of her neck, taking her flesh between his teeth sucking on it, careful to not pierce her skin.
“Ahhhh Leone … please-”
“Please what, my little ?”
“Please … ahhh … don’t tease me like that.”
“I am not teasing you at all … mia piccola principessa.”
He murmured sultrily in her ear taking in the view of the blissful smile curling her lips while a dreamy sigh escaped her lips.
“You seem to be so clingy today Mon Roi.”
He chuckled at the title, while his arms tightened around her torso. “I can’t help it. I like way too much keeping you close Ma Reine. You're so warm.”
He nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck, revelling in the little yelp of surprises tumbling out her soft lips.
“Your perfume is amazing I think I am going crazy for you all over again
She arched her neck offering it to him moaning as his fangs pierced her skin, a wave of pleasure ran straight down her core, the way she rolled her butt against his, brushing over his crotch, driving him mad, robbing a groan from his throat.
As payback he pushed back earning a sinfully moan form her luscious lips as his hands begin to roam on her body, his fingers doing a quick job of her dress’s buttons sliding it off her shoulder enough to cup her breast from above her chemise, groaning as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger hardening under him as he generously gifted her other nipple alike, while the warm touch of his fingers crawling under her light undergarment leave a trail of fire in his caress.
Slowly he pulled away licking her wound clean before offering his arm up to her, her bright rose eyes flashing red with lust as she grabbed his hand with trembling fingers leaning her warm lips on his skin sucking his blood, pure erotism he couldn’t take his eyes away from, groaning at her soft tongue lapping the wound sucking it.
An act of nourishment they both used to their own advantages for naughty sessions of love making ever since she was turned into a lesser vampire, all for him.
“Napo … leone.”
His name enveloped in her melodic voice while his hands palmed down her tights, raising the fabric of her drawers in his trail, trickling his fingers over her supple skin, bending over to him, mewling at his fingers sliding off her drawers enough to give his fingers space to work his magic on her taking his time caressing her labia tickling the soft sensitive skin around her clit before brushing over it. fleeting touch but that was enough to make her yearn for more.
The soft pad of his digit probed at her entrance dwelling a bit longer in the warm space between her folds.
“Leone please.”
A whiny whimper fled from her lips as she desperately pushed her hips against his hand hoping to be enough to make him do something, anything but that slow tease tantalizing her arouse with all the intention to satisfy it … only not any time soon.
“I see my little is impatient today.”
He caressed her butt cheeks playfully slapping it, her core glistened with her wetness seeping onto his fingers, making him even more aroused as the painfully hardened bulge in his pants begged for a release.
Gently he leaned over her, his hand already gripping her hip, up and ready for him as he whispered sultrily brushing his lips on her earlobe.
“Are you ready ?”
“Yes please.”
He lined his cock with her entrance, dipping its tip in her juices, barely resisting the urge to sink in a single thirst and forget the rest for how delicious wet and tight she was.
“Are you sure baby ?”
“Just got at it already Napoleone.”
“It seems I am getting myself in quite a mess aren't I ?”
“You sure would be if you don’t move Napoleone Buonaparte”
A hearty laugh escaped his lips at hearing his full name pronounced by her lips, surely she has gotten bold since they started dating but he was happy to see her so straightforward with her desire, exactly like she has taught him to be.
“Get at it or Ahhhh.”
Her moans coupled with a low guttural grunt as he sheathed fully into her, his fingers tightened on her hips, as he stood still to give her time to adjust to his size.
“Or mia piccola principessa.”
“Or I would anf think of ahhh a revenge.”
“It seems my lover has such a temper.”
“You already know, don't go around ahhh acting all surprised now.”
“I never dream of doing it, piccola mia.”
It was only when she pushed her back against his pelvis eliciting him to move that he did, setting a slow pace, rolling back and forth like a wave of pleasure he yearned to ride alongside her.
The only sound in the cozy kitchen was the melody of moans and grunts filling the air making it even hotter than what already was, refreshed partially from the light breeze coming from outside caring with it the salty scent of sea and the screeching of seagulls chatting freely with the chirping birds flying round the garden in a cascade of colors falling from the luscious greenery.
“You are so good mia dea so ngghh tight and wet all for me.”
“Only for you. Ahhh always for you, Leone.”
Her pink nails clawed helplessly the table doing her best to steady herself amidst the waves of pleasure wrecking over her body, mewling at the way his fingers grip on her waist tightened like the knot in her belly as the light massage of his skilled thumb on her sensitive clit increased speed, helped by her soaked cunt sucking in every so sinfully good his aching cock, mercilessly diving deeper into her at each thrust robbing a wanton moan form her lips as his tip kissed the base of her cervix making her see stars.
His ever skillful fingers though tired to grip her hips begin to roam upward, sliding under her blouse tickling her sensitive skin in their travel.
“Ahhh Napo you are not nghh fair.”
Her words mixed up with her moans turned him on more than he could say, excitement he showed pulling down and then sinking back in a single thrust robbing a wanton moan from her soft lips.
“Who said I ever was nunuche ?”
She scoffed but he knew she wasn’t really mad, but still to make up for his pettiness he nuzzled softly in her neck nibbling on the tender flesh on the crook of her shoulder, erasing any animosity she may have had, and he knew that the payback for that would have been merciless, be it teasing him to the point of madness for a whole day in which she would have then denied him any pleasure.
“I know you love this about me.”
“As this is the only thing I love, mio principe.”
Her tender words taking him off guard, making him falter for a second, moment she took advantage of to push her butt back to him, turning as she could toward him to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek, making him yearn for more he didn’t shied back to take grabbing her face in his hand, freed from her blouse, and smacking his lips on hers, his tongue probing inside ravaging her mouth only to entwine at least with her own.
A kiss they reluctantly broke off a tiny string of saliva still connecting their lips as she crashed her lips on his once more, sweeping him in a passionate tango of pleasure that never failed to fill his heart with love, so bright to outshine even the brightest star and warmer than a thousand suns.
He broke off the kiss leaning his forehead on her back as he regained his breath, feeling her doing the same, pressing his hand gently on her bosom to keep her upper half from slumping once more on the table, sliding off only when her breath returned steady, his naughty fingers taking advantage of her surprise to slide the buttons of her shirt off one by one, feeling her eagerness in the way she arched her back taking his hand in hers only to palace it flat on her bosom eliciting him to play her magic on her once more as he always did never failing to make her feel loved and cherished like only he could.
His digits ever naughty tugged the ribbon of her corset making it come undone enough for him to cup her breast in his capable hand out of her light chemise, pulled downward giving her an air of blissful decadence that fitted the naughty squeaking noise of their coupling as his hips continued to pound into her over and over again, bringing her to the edge with the help of his left thumb mercilessly stroking her sensitive bud only to withdraw as she least expect it, leaving her unsatisfied and eager for more, she didn't shied away from taking it herself covering his hand with her own stoking her clit along his forefinger bringing her to a climax long yearned for.
She slumped on the table curling blissfully on his arm, wrapped around her torso all the while his right fingers went on the prowl on her body, rolling her peaked nippled between his thumb and forefingers smirking as it hardened under his touch, thrusting in and out of her at a light pace enough to make her regain enough energy to give in his ministrations to the fullest.
Ever the tease he decided to mould her other breasts a bit longer than its counterpart, caressing her areola robbing wanton moans from her lips, sending a pang of arousal in his already aching cock stills sheathed in her cunt, the same he yearned to fill with him, signing him with his cum, with his scent, even though he knew that so much jealousy wasn’t necessary now that they were alone on the island he couldn't help himself.
He wanted to sign her for everyone to see and wear the lovebites she gave him with pride, a seal he was hers, signed by the one and only he loved, the same he would have done anything to see smile.
Gently his left forefingers begin to rub circles on her clit, earning a soft mewl as he set a fast pace, all the while his right hand continued to knead at her breasts only to slide down to caress her hips, holding her close all through their copulation, tightening his fingers as he felt her walls close around his shaft in a vice like grip, groaning into her ear as he felt her came all over his dick, coated with her juice as he spilled his cum deeper into her in a single trust, painting her inside white as he rolled back and forth riding through their orgasms.
Bliss washed over her features as she slumped on the table, letting him holding her close to his chest with his right arm, bathing in the light whimper of dissatisfaction as he pulled away, with practised movements he lifted her in his arms, smiling as she nuzzled her head in his shoulder.
“Where are you going Napoleon, it's still morning ?”
“I know but I don’t think I can wait to ravage you, even more because I am sure Jean and Julia are pretty busy already and they sure won’t mind if the meal is ready or not.”
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, tightening his grip as he started to wander around the immense villa, slowing down his pace only when inside their room.
“So now what do you say to let me continue to enjoy ourselves to our heart’s content?”
“I would say it is a wonderful idea.”
She slumped on the soft sheets of the bed welcoming him with open arms as he hugged her to his chest, looking fondly at her, his eyes full of promise as he stroked the back of his fingers on her cheek, his voice a tender confession warming her whole heart bursting with love.
“I love you so much Mia Regina.”
“I love you too Mio Re.”
Wasting no moment they give in to the temptation, ready to show off their love to one another with only the stars as audience of that peculiar spectacle, affection swimming on their warm gaze, curling their lips in happy, bright smiles.