The Forbidden Dragon Baby

by Selene Griffin

“What else does he say?” Gabriella pressed, eager to know all Luca had shared.

  “Um…well, let’s see,” Santiago stumbled as he looked for where he had left off. “Ah. Considering the rarity of a creature such as a Female Dragon, not to mention the possibility of actual dragon-born offspring, when a Female Dragon is born to this earth it tends to cause quite a ripple effect throughout the entire Dragon world. Often, battles are waged over who will claim a Female Dragon for their own clan or family, such as was seen in the Taungoo-Ava War. Though, most historians will claim the cause to be that of a political nature. Alas, those who write the history books were rarely there to see it themselves! Such things aside, to claim such a creature for your family name would bring an untold amount of honor, prestige and fame. In the Dark Ages, it was said that a Female Dragon born was often mated with as many males as could be found to increase the numbers of our population. Such is no longer the practice, yet still…many have died in the past when such a creature is born into our world.”

  “Damnit!” Gabriella swore under her breath, her fists balled, and her teeth clenched. She had no idea what to even do with the information Santiago was reading off to her. She wanted to snatch the letter from his hands and rip it to shreds…pretending what was written in it had never existed in the first place. But she refrained, trying to breathe through her anger as she listened to her husband continue on.

  “He then goes on to invite us to Romania,” Santiago said in a hushed voice, noting his wife’s rising anger. “He offers to teach us more about the history involved and our family history as well.”

  “I don’t want to take a damned vacation to Romania just so your doddering uncle can put us through a damned history lesson, Santiago,” she snapped, perhaps a bit too loudly, as Isidora began to fuss in her bassinet. Gabriella moved to dote on her as she continued. “I want help to protect our daughter, not learn about the past!”

  “I think that is what he is offering, Gabriella,” Santiago said as kindly as he could. “Both my letter and his were written to be as vague as possible as a safety precaution, as with every time I have written to him…but I believe he is telling us to bring Isidora to Romania.”

  “Bring her to Romania? That is insane, Santiago!” she said, gently rubbing Isidora’s tummy as she lay there fussing still. “We can’t bring such a young infant on a trip as long as that, halfway across the world.”

  “Do we have much other choice, Gabriella?” he asked, his tone a bit sterner now. “There is little we can do here at home to protect her from what may come, and my family in Romania is far more skilled in this sort of area that we could ever hope to be. I think it is the right move, at least for now. We need to think of what will keep her the safest until we can make a better choice.”

  Gabriella sat with her eyes locked on their daughter, silent as she considered what her husband was suggesting. She understood where he was coming from and a large part of her completely agreed with him. But the idea of taking their newborn daughter on a flight across the ocean…adding to that whatever uncertainty came with having a newborn Female Dragon in your possession. With a heavy sigh, so similar to when she had agreed to contacting Luca in the first place, she nodded.

  “Alright.” Her voice had lost some of its strength. “But if we are going to go, we go soon. I want our daughter as safe as possible, as soon as possible.”

  “Of course,” he said, nodding as he moved to lean down and kiss the top of his wife’s head. “I will send out a letter to inform Luca we are coming, and I will get Manuel on task of arranging our trip. I want you to spend time with Isidora and try to calm yourself. I will have Lucia take care of our packing.”

  Gabriella nodded, looking up to her husband with gratitude in her eyes and a soft though pained smile on her face. She truly loved him with all her heart and soul. To hear him so determined to secure their daughters safety helped to soothe her nerves and gave her hope that everything would work out just fine.

  Chapter Six

  The process of arranging a trans-continental, quasi-emergency flight for an infant was, not surprisingly, rather difficult. Even for a family with considerable means at their disposal, the arrangements still took Manuel nearly a week to finally nail down. He, Lucia and Gabriella had formed a little team, while Santiago handled the business arrangements, in order to find ways to either accomplish the mounds of paperwork required, or find ways around them. All four of the adults in the DeLeon house came to an agreement that keeping little Isidora out of the Official Records as best as possible was the wisest choice for everyone involved.

  With the plan in order and everything set to go, Santiago and Gabriella prepared themselves and their daughter to leave just after they had all eaten supper for the evening. Their flight was set to leave at promptly 8PM that evening, and if all went well, they would arrive in Madrid the following evening at roughly 5PM. Gabriella felt a hint of excitement for their flight, as the thought of crossing the Atlantic as one day turned into the next fascinated her, but her worries over their daughter drowned out any thrill she might have enjoyed. Instead, she bustled about making sure Isidora was as content as could be before Manuel packed up the car and drove them to the airport.

  There was something to be said for first-class travel, really. Comfort, service, and, most important of all, quiet. The flight was long, lasting a little over 12 solid hours, but otherwise uneventful. Little Isidora spent most of the time sleeping or eating, though she did throw quite a fit during take-off. Thankfully, Santiago had thought ahead, and the entire first-class cabin was empty save for the little family and a single stewardess who came and went every so often.

  Despite Isidora’s take-off tantrum, she managed to avoid shifting to her Dragon form and instead opted to scream her head off like an average human baby. The stewardess must have thought Gabriella to be a bit off her rocker, though, considering the look of relief and joy plastered across her face as she attempted to soothe her hysterical infant.

  The soft ding that sounded through the cabin when their plane was safe to disembark was one of the most welcoming sounds Gabriella had ever heard in her life. She stood quickly, keeping Isidora nestled close against her chest, waiting for Santiago to pack up his various business papers and come join them. She had a strong need to breathe air that was not pumped in and pressurized.

  A little under three hours later and they had gotten through the hassle of customs, slogged their way through the busy streets of Madrid in a taxi cab, and finally settled into their hotel room for the evening. Their plan was to spend the night before catching a private jet, provided by Santiago’s family in Romania, for a final flight of about 3 and a half hours before landing in Romania.

  Once they had arrived in their suite, Gabriella went through the process of feeding, changing, and soothing little Isidora to sleep in a bassinet while Santiago placed a dinner order through room service and took a shower. As she settled down on the edge of the lavish, king-sized bed, she cast a look towards the bathroom, listening to the sounds of her husband showering. It had been quite some time since they had last spent some…intimate time together, she thought, and this was a rather rare chance for the two of them to enjoy some much-needed alone time.

  She decided to take advantage of her husband’s shower and while he was busy she made herself a bit more…comfortable. Of course, she hadn’t been in much of a mind-frame to think “sexy” while they had been readying and packing for this trip. But she stripped down to her, thankfully, matching bra and panties (a lovely white lace set) and positioned herself as deliciously as possible on the bed. Her long, dark legs draped casually along the bed as she propped herself up on one elbow and worked to fluff out her mass of dark curls. The pure white of her bra and panties contrasted in a stark yet beautiful way against the rich, dark caramel of her skin.

  A slight thrill ran through her when the shower shut off and the glass door opened. She listened with anticipation as her husband puttered about in the
bathroom for a moment or two before calling to his wife.

  “Gabriella?” he said, calling loud enough for her to hear but not so loud as to wake the baby. “Has dinner arrived?”

  “Not just yet…” she answered in a softer tone she knew would catch his ear.

  They had been married to one another for some time…and such subtleties as the tone of voice could say volumes. Just as Gabriella had expected, her softer tone hit his ear in such a way that he perked right up and poked his head out from within the bathroom. By the look that passed across his face, Gabriella knew she had surprised him in a very good way.

  She bit that plump lower lip of hers and pushed herself up with the arm she had been leaning against, giving her husband quite the come-hither look. He did as she silently asked and padded, in nothing but a plush white hotel towel, across the fine hardwood floors towards where she lay on the bed. When he was near, she sat up fully and reached out to slide her hand up along her husband’s bare stomach. His skin was warm, almost hot, to the touch and she smiled.

  “You’re warm,” she purred, stating the obvious.

  Santiago only smiled before he leaned down to press his lips against hers. She leaned up and tilted her head to meet his kiss with her own, her hand shifting up to his chest and shoulder now. Their kiss deepened, their lips parting as their tongues slipped out to play against one another. Gabriella felt a wash of desire run through her and she drew in a sharp breath, filling herself with the scent of a freshly-scrubbed Santiago.

  She moaned softly against his mouth, her hand slipping up around to the back of his neck before she pulled him gently down on top of her. He obliged with no objection, climbing into the bed with her and leaving his towel behind on the floor. She felt him slip one arm around behind her as they both lowered against the comfortable king-sized bed. His other pressed into the mattress beside her, keeping most of his weight from resting directly on top of her. She snaked her other arm around his side, tracing her fingers along the muscles of his back as they kissed.

  Never in her life would she tire of kissing her husband. The feel of his lips against her own, the warmth of his breath washing over her and the smell of his skin so close to her own…it was intoxicating, and she was admittedly and happily addicted. She fell deep into their kiss, her hands roaming over every inch of her husband that she could reach. All the while, her lips worked against his… to taste all of him that she could. Eternity could pass as they kissed, and it would have felt like the blink of an eye.

  When they finally came up for air, both of their hearts were pounding in time and in sync with one another, and Gabriella could see her own lustful hunger mirrored in her husband’s eyes. She felt a wall break within her and months of pent-up desire for her husband came flooding out without control. She pushed upwards, kissing him hard as she forced him up, a hand gripping his shoulder as she guided him along. With a light shove, she flipped her husband off of her and onto his back in the middle of that massive bed. She licked her lips slowly, her hands moving all across her husband’s stomach and chest as she moved to straddle him at the hips.

  Leaning down, she kissed him again…though this time it was brief and feathery. Her lips desired far more than just his mouth now and she quickly moved her kisses to follow the sharp line of his jaw and down along his strong neck. She paused, nuzzling against the warm skin of his neck for a moment before letting her tongue slip out to taste along the line of his muscles. Again, a little moan of happiness slipped out of her, but she could hardly be expected to hold herself back. Santiago was, and always had been, a gorgeous slab of man she had a hard time keeping her hands off of.

  He seemed to be enjoying himself, since he had settled back against the pillows of the bed and was more than happy to let his wife run her hands and lips over him all she liked. Gabriella happily obliged and began to kiss and bite lightly at Santiago’s neck before starting a downward slide across his body. Her hands slid along his arms and shoulders as her lips traced across his chest and down his stomach. The further south she trekked, the more tense she felt her husband’s body become…and she grinned with satisfaction over it.

  As her lips brushed across his tight abs, she felt a part of him grow harder and rise up to find itself nestled between her breasts. That grin tugged at her lips once again. With a slight shift of her shoulders she pressed her breasts together, effectively capturing her husband’s hard dick within her cleavage. The groaning moan that she heard from him had her grin turning to a smile as she looked up at him with those dark eyes of hers.

  Rather than continue to tease him, she chose to get right down to business. She slid her body down those last few inches and brought her lips to the head of Santiago’s solid cock. A gentle kiss was placed there before her tongue snaked out to curl around the head of his dick. She listened to him moan as she closed her eyes, gripping his balls and the base of his dick with one hand while the other slid up along his side and stomach.

  Without giving him any hint of warning, she let his cock slide down her throat to the hilt and then quickly back out again. She felt his entire body tense in her grip as he gasped and groaned from her efforts. She continued, her lips dragging along the hard shaft as she slid him in and out of her warm, wet mouth again and again. All the while, her hand gently massaged the handful she held at the base of his cock.

  “My god, Gabriella,” Santiago gasped, his head tilted back against the pillows.

  She continued in her efforts, her eyes closing as her focus narrowed down to the solid and throbbing dick that filled her throat. Her tongue danced across every inch of him she could reach even as she slid him in and out of her throat…gently sucking here and there as she went. Eventually, it seemed she had brought her husband near to the brink and she felt his hand at the back of her head. His touch was an interesting one. She could tell he was torn between burying himself to the back of her throat until he came…or stopping her now before he reached the point of no return.

  She made the choice for him. Slowly, she ended the pleasurable torture of her husband and let his still-solid dick fall from her mouth. Licking her lips, she began to crawl back up along him. Their eyes locked and he gave her a happy little smile…to which she responded with a rather lusty and wicked look of her own. She settled herself on top of him again, her hands pressed against his chest and her thighs against his hips. Slowly, she rotated her hips to grind herself against his hard, and now wet, cock. He moaned happily and smiled up at her, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. In a swift motion, she reached up behind herself to unclasp her bra…letting it fall from her shoulders before tossing it aside. Santiago approved of this change in wardrobe, his smile shifting to a grin as he was given free and unfettered access to her supple breasts. He knew to be gentle, as she was still quite tender, but he did so enjoy the way her breasts swelled when she had given birth.

  She smiled, biting gently at her lower lip as her hand moved once again. This time, it slipped between her legs where her fingers traced along the shaft of his throbbing manhood before hooking the white lace panties that kept them apart. With a shift of her hips and a little help from her hand, she pulled aside her panties and brought the tip of her husband’s cock against her went and welcoming pussy. Again, she bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat as she brought herself down onto him, burying him as deep within her as she could manage.

  They both let loose a gasping moan in near unison at the feel of his cock sliding oh-so-slowly into her. She stayed there a moment, grinding her hips against her husband’s, enjoying the feel of his dick inside of her.

  She started slowly. She wanted to enjoy every single inch of him as she fucked him tantalizingly slowly. She couldn’t hold out for long though, and as his hands slid from her breasts down along her sides to her hips, she picked up the pace. Her hands pressed against his chest, gripping at his shoulders as she rode him hard and fast, his cock filling every bit of her with every grind of her hips a
gainst him. She felt him pull and push at her hips, adding fuel to the fire and helping her to fuck him all the harder. She did her very best to keep her moans and cries of pleasure quiet…but it was so difficult with the constant pulse of pleasure that rocked through her every time his dick slid up inside of her.

  She leaned down towards him, her hands sliding up into his dark hair as her chest pressed against his. She felt his hands slip around from her hips to grab hold of her ass, holding her in place as he thrust his hips upwards again and again to fuck her while she was on top of him. She gasped, burying her face into the muscles of his chest as a small orgasm seemed to burst from between her legs and an uncontrollable moan burst from her lips. This seemed to send Santiago into a more…primal mode.

  Shifting his weight somehow, he managed to flip her over onto her side and without letting his cock fall from her, got to his knees and continued to fuck her. Again, she gasped and looked up at him with love and surprise in her eyes. She loved when he took charge of the moment and she loved to watch him while he fucked her. The way his muscles tensed with each thrust of his hips. The way his eyes seemed to flash with a carnal hunger sent a thrill through her she had no words to explain. Santiago was her drug of choice.

  She changed positions a number of times, her panties going missing somewhere along the line, their passion and lust for one another never dulling even as the night wore on around them. Gabriella’s body quivered from pleasure. It both begged for mercy and yet ached for more. Glutton for punishment that she was, she only grew more wet for him with each thrust of his cock inside of her.

  She shifted to her knees, lowering her chest against the bed as her back arched and her ass rose to meet him. She watched over her shoulder as he licked his lips, his eyes staring hungrily at her ass and pussy as they dripped with anticipation for him. She felt one of his hands grab hold of her ass, gripping her cheek firmly while the other hand slipped between her legs to run teasing fingers from her clit, up along her wet pussy to her tight little asshole. He gently teased her, tickling her ass as his cock throbbed, and pressed its head against her pussy. She bit her lip, waiting for that telltale look to flash in his eyes before he buried himself in her once again.