Big Book of Smut 2

A Desire for Dragonfire

Lily was nervous about going to work at the Socard estate. There were all kinds of rumors about the Socards: that you never saw them outside of the house, or that they were all inbred, that people disappeared. When she found that the current living Socard, Lionel, had asked for her specifically at the temp agency, a tiny voice in the back of her head had started to recite those stories and she couldn’t seem to make it stop.

She pulled up to the Socard mansion and drove around to the rear, to a genuine servant’s entrance. She knew the Socards were traditionalists but this was a little more traditional than she’d expected. The mansion deserved the name; Lily had no idea how big the building was but it was the biggest one that she’d seen outside of the state capitol. She went up and knocked and after a measured amount of time the door opened. A tall man in a severe suit looked at her as if she had lice. “Yes?” he said.

“Lily, um, Peck. I mean, I’m Lily Peck,” she said, cursing her nervousness. She sounded like a mouse. It was bad enough that she felt like one.

“Quite. Please follow me.” He turned and glided into the mansion, moving quickly enough that she nearly lost him when she turned to shut the door. She hurried to keep up.

“I am Preston,” he said, as if she should be impressed. “I run the day-to-day for the Socards.” He led her through several hallways, moving through the maze with the ease of long practice. He stopped in front of a door and turned to allow his nose to stare at her. Once more she felt herself wilting a little. “I’m sure you’ve been informed that you were specifically requested by mister Socard. Please try to make his choice a wise one, hmm?”

He unlocked the door and swept inside, revealing a very plain suite. “This is the maid’s dressing room. If you wish, and if you work out, you may use it as your private quarters as part of your pay.”

“A room? The ad didn’t say anything about a room,” said Lily, looking around in surprise. There were no decorations but there was stout furniture and a separate bedroom off to the side. She glanced inside and saw more of the same, though the bed was larger than she was used to. It was a lot better apartment than the one she’d managed to find off campus. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay in this huge old building’s basement or not but it was tempting.

Preston shrugged; either she would take the rooms or she would not. “Regardless, your uniform is in the closet in the front room. Do put it on. I’ll wait outside, of course.” His tone implied that he wouldn’t wait very long.

Once he stepped out into the hall, Lily scrambled to get into the uniform. It wasn’t exactly a bondage-style French maid outfit though it was black and had white trim and ruffles. She felt slightly ridiculous but the mirror told her that the outfit actually looked quite nice on her. It flattered her slim curves and she felt comfortable enough in it. She put the dust-shield in her hair and bustled out to meet Preston, who stood there looking as if his day was ruined by her mere presence.

He looked her up and down and his face relaxed slightly. “Acceptable, I suppose,” he said. He turned and started gliding again. Lily followed him. “You’ll now meet mister Socard. Do not refer to him as anything but mister Socard. Your goal is to be neither seen nor heard, but if you must choose one try to remain unheard. Your duties are strictly cleaning. You will not be asked to prepare or serve food, nor anything beyond the scope of your cleaning duties. You will have Thursdays and Saturdays off to start.” He droned on about her duties as she followed him, and she gradually phased him out while she looked around.

The passageways got larger and more opulent as they ascended into the house proper. Small statues and paintings decorated the halls, set in recesses with discreet lighting that set them off without drawing attention. She stopped at one painting with a gasp. “Is that a Van Gogh?” she whispered.

Preston raised an eyebrow, irritated at being interrupted. “Of course,” he said. He continued and she made a mental note to come back and admire the painting.

Preston stopped again, this time at a pair of large, closed double doors. He said, “The master is in his study. Do try not to embarrass yourself or me.”

Lily opened her mouth to respond but the words died on her tongue when Preston opened the doors. Socard’s study was elegant and well-lit, walled mostly with dark walnut shelves that stretched to the ceiling and groaned under the weight of hundreds of books. A few small recesses held more tiny antiques. Socard’s desk dominated the end of the room, the rich red wood top reflecting the lights in its polished surface. A laptop sat open and a few paperweights held down perhaps half a dozen documents but the expanse was otherwise clear. Lily wondered for a moment what it would feel like to touch the smooth wood. Those thoughts melted away when Socard stood to greet them.

Lionel Socard was somewhere between thirty and forty, tall and dark. He had the clearest green eyes that Lily had ever seen, and he stared at her as if he could see straight through her. He was lean, with long muscles like a swimmer’s, and his straight back and broad shoulders implied impressive power at his disposal. Lily instinctively lowered her eyes, face flushed. She could still feel him looking her over. A brief image of his wide hands touching her flashed through her mind and she flushed more.

“Lily Peck, correct?” he said. Lionel had an odd accent, as if several had been joined together and sanded smooth. The timbre of his voice made her shiver, the sound vibrating through her and into the deep parts of her body.

“Yes, sir. Um. Mister Socard. I’m Lily.”

“Excellent. Quite the pleasure to meet you. I hope Preston hasn’t scared you off yet.” She dared to glance up at Socard and was surprised to find him half-smiling. He looked genuinely amused at something. She glanced at Preston, who was not, and went back to looking at the floor.

“No, mister Socard.”

“Good. Well done. You may go.” Socard turned back to his computer, dismissing them entirely. Lily found it difficult to refrain from staring at his broad back and sculpted behind.

Preston bowed. “Sir.” He turned and stared at Lily until she remembered that it was time for her to go as well. He followed her out of the study.

Preston wasted no time in showing her what was expected of her. It was easy work, especially given the pay that she was to receive, and Lily tuned him out when she realized that many of the rooms required exactly the same care. Her mind was full of Socard’s green eyes, the ones that had read her so fully in the space of a few seconds. She suspected that she was going to dream about him later that night.

Lily suddenly became aware that Preston was looking at her without speaking. “Sorry, what?” she said.

He sniffed. “I said, do you have any other questions?”

“Oh, no, nothing.”

“Very well. You start tomorrow.”

He turned to glide away, and she said, “Oh, I did have one thing. You hear rumors in town, about girls who’ve gone missing up here, and I was wondering if there’s any…any truth to…” She trailed off under his irritated glare.

“Mister Socard is a fine, upstanding gentleman,” said Preston, snapping off the words. “Rumors are simply that. Attend to your duties and only your duties, please.”

Lily went back to what she had decided were her new quarters to change back into her street clothes. She’d be crazy not to take the room and board, random disappearances or no, so she headed back to her apartment to pack up what little she owned. As she expected, her last thought upon closing her eyes was the image of Lionel Socard’s green eyes. They chased her into her dreams and though she didn’t remember much about them she knew that there was heat. Her sheets and pillow were damp with sweat and other things when she got up.

The next day, she drove back to the Socard mansion early in the morning and carried her boxes in through the servant’s entrance. She got dressed in the maid outfit and inspected herself in the mirror. It certainly looked like something practical, but there was still a decadent aura about it. Maybe her neckline was a shade too low, or her skirt showed just slightly more of her legs than would have been completely necessary. She shrugged at her reflection; she knew that she looked good, though she hadn’t had a lot of chances to show it off during her college career. It would be nice to wear something that made her feel a little sexy. She made a mental note to get some nice stockings.

Then it was off to work. It wasn’t difficult or dangerous. It wasn’t even boring thanks to the multitude of beautiful things that Socard owned.

He had entire rooms filled with valuable antiques and it wasn’t until her third hour or so that she saw that each room had a theme. Preston had probably covered that, but she’d been distracted. One room was full of musical instruments, for instance, with beautiful music makers of all kinds, gilded or made of rare wood. The centerpiece was a grand piano that was so black that light seemed to fall into it without escaping. She was tasked with cleaning everything and while nothing was seriously dirty most of it had to be dusted. When she finished with the music room, everything shone. She looked at the clock and was surprised to find that most of the day had gone by as she’d finished the one room. Her work was cut out for her.

Lily headed down toward the kitchen to see about wrangling a late lunch out of the chef. He was a nice, nearsighted old man who enjoyed looking at her legs so she figured that she wouldn’t have too much difficulty. She was wondering what she would ask for when she turned the corner and nearly ran into Lionel. He stared at her with those deadly eyes and she shivered.

“Oh, mister Socard, I…sorry, I didn’t know you were there, and…” She caught herself halfway between a curtsey and a bow and forced herself to stand up, though she kept her eyes down. She realized that she was staring at his crotch and she blushed.

Before she could try to say anything else and embarrass herself further Socard took her chin in his hand and lifted her face. He stared at her, and once again she felt his gaze penetrate to her core. She blushed further, trying not to think about the word “penetrate” when standing in front of his overwhelming maleness. He said, “You’re quite pretty.” He spoke as if making an observation about the weather. He let go of her and said, “Is the work too much?”

“Oh. No. It’s nice, actually, I spent most of the day dusting and cleaning the music room.”

He looked blank for a moment and then nodded. “Ah, yes. It’s been quite some time since I was in there. Perhaps I shall play the piano today.”

“It’s ready for you.” She forced herself to shut up before she started babbling and he smiled slightly. He stood aside without another word, and she carefully didn’t run away from him. She passed very close to him as she went, and she could feel the heat baking off of his body. His scent was smoke and spices, heady and disorienting. When she turned the corner she leaned against the wall and fanned herself. No man had ever made her so hot with his mere presence before. She couldn’t get his eyes out of her mind.

Lily was right; getting a lunch out of Nigel the cook was a simple enough task. She sat at the counter to eat and they passed the time by talking about the rumors of the missing girls.

“Nothing to it, of course,” said Nigel as he scrubbed potatoes. “Just small-town gossip. Fact is, the girls came and worked for a while before finding something else that they preferred. Most of them ended up working for other houses along the coast, but I’m sure you’ll find something a bit more in keeping with your education, won’t you.”

She smiled but didn’t answer. The truth was that she didn’t know what she was going to do but she was too distracted by Socard to think about it right now. That night, in her new quarters, Lily dreamed of Lionel again. When she woke she was certain that she could smell his scent on the air.

The rest of the week went by in much the same way. Lily got used to dressing in the uniform. She spent a lot of time on each of the display rooms, cleaning the dust off. Toward the end of the week she found that she was running out of displays. She really needed to clean the office but Socard never seemed to leave it.

Eventually she found that she didn’t have anything else to do. She went up to the highly polished double doors and knocked quietly, ready to sneak away if anything bad happened. Instead, she heard Lionel’s deep voice say, “Enter.”

She opened the door and peeked inside. “Uh, it’s Lily, mister Socard.”

He looked up and nodded. “What can I do for you, miss Peck?”

“Well, the office needs a cleaning, and I thought that I would ask when would be a good time for…”

He nodded again. “Now is fine.”

She entered with her little bucket of cleaning supplies and looked around. She pulled the dusting cloth from her belt and started working on the books. From time to time she would glance at him, but he never seemed to notice. The sight of him as almost as affecting as his voice, and she felt herself start to slip into a daydream that involved kissing his strong mouth. She kept dusting and polishing, lost in her daydream. She had no idea that he had moved until she turned and found him standing right behind her.

Lily gasped and jumped, dropping her bottle of dusting spray. She pressed herself back against the shelves and stared at him, her fist knotted at her throat. Socard simply stared at her with those piercing eyes for what felt like forever. He smiled. “Nothing to be scared of, Lily.”

He bent down and picked up the can, handing it back to her. “Sor…sorry,” she whispered. Socard reached out toward her suddenly, stroking her cheek. She gasped again, delicious tension filling her and sparking a damp heat between her legs.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Tell me, Lily. Are you curious as to why you were recruited to my service?” He put a slight emphasis on the last word. She swallowed.

“No, why?” she said, hating the way her voice trembled. He did that to her with his alpha-male confidence and the rich scent that overcame the smell of the dusting spray. “I’m not very special, or…”

He touched her lips and she stopped talking, overcome with mingled apprehension and arousal. Socard said, “You’re quite special in this day and age, Lily. Unless I’m quite wrong, you’ve never been with a man, have you.”

It was a statement rather than a question and it made her cheeks turn bright red. “Mister Socard, that’s not…I…” Her confusion was all the confirmation that he needed.

A small, satisfied grin twisted his lips, and for an instant she hated him. “Yes,” he said. “Come with me, Lily.”

He walked out the double door, his stride powerful and confident. He obviously had no doubts that she would be right behind him. She crept behind him, a mouse in the wake of a lion. They passed the music room, and then the tapestry room and the sculpture room. He flung each door open, silently contemplating the multitude of priceless objects inside. Lily had already seen them and cleaned them, so there was nothing to distract her from the way that his shoulders flexed and what his tailored pants did to his behind when he walked. He seemed to grow taller with each roomful of treasures and she felt the delicious tension rising inside her again. She did her best to keep him from seeing it. When he glanced at her and smiled she saw that he was fully aware of her reaction. Judging by the bulge at the front of his pants, it did more than simply amuse him, and she felt the tension jump higher at the sight.

Finally they reached the end of the hall, and he stopped at a small door. “I imagine Preston didn’t show you this room.”

“Um, no, mister Socard. I didn’t know that it was part of my duties.”

He reached under his shirt and pulled out a small key on the end of a chain around his neck. “And so it isn’t.” He unlocked the small door with a flourish and gestured for her to enter. She was more aware of the heat that he radiated than the contents of the room until then she looked around. Her eyes widened.

The room wasn’t nearly as large as the other display rooms. Each of the walls was covered with dozens of small glass display boxes and inside each box was a single gem that sat on a stand made out of gold. The room glittered when Socard turned on the light. Lily gaped for a moment before her gaze was drawn to the display stands in the middle of the room. Three things sat on the three stands: a crown encrusted with gems, a sapphire the size of a baseball, and what appeared to be an egg about the size of an ostrich’s. Socard walked into the room behind her and spread his arms. “This is the heart of my collection. Of my hoard.”

She looked around at the incredible wealth displayed and turned to look at him again. She gasped when she saw him. His eyes glittered with the gems, appearing to glow red, and he cast a strange shadow up the wall behind him. If she looked at it directly it appeared to have wings and horns. She shook her head and said, “Why the egg, mister Socard?”

“Ah,” he said, covering the distance to the display stand in two steps. Had he always been so tall? Had the fingers that caressed the egg always had nails so long and pointed?

“Truly, this is the most valuable thing in the room, my dear. Who can put a price on such a thing?” Socard opened the display case and picked up the egg. He held it to his mouth and breathed on it, and the egg glowed a quiet red. “Someday,” he said, “This will be the next generation.”

He put the egg down and turned to look at her again. His eyes were still green and just as penetrating, but they had changed shape. They had vertical slits for pupils, like a cat. He smiled, his teeth slightly pointed. “Only here, surrounded by my wealth, only here can I be who I truly am. Here…and with certain very special people. People like you, Lily.”

He approached her and she shrank back, but he merely walked by her and stood out in the hall, holding the door for her. His clothes rustled as he passed, sounding like scales rubbing against themselves. When she exited he re-locked the door and turned back to his study. She followed, feeling hypnotized.

Back in his office, Lily picked up the cloth that she’d dropped earlier, wringing it nervously as she stood by his desk. He closed the doors behind them.

“How am I special, mister Socard?”

He grinned at her. “You already know. You possess something that is valued by my people.” His grin revealed sharp teeth again, and his eyes were still vertically slit.

Lily was torn between fear and desire, petrified by balanced urges. The tension built inside of her, manifesting in stiffened nipples and growing wetness. “What…mister Socard, what are you?”

He took slow steps toward her, his voice as hypnotic as the sway of his powerful body. “There are many names. Wyrm. Wise one. Serpent. Even my name, Socard, is simply Dracos in reverse.”

“That’s crazy,” she said, knowing that it was true. His shadow flickered again, appearing as if great wings stirred behind him. Lily was captivated by his eyes, his scent. She wanted him to touch her, knowing that it might lead her to her doom.

He was just a foot away, his presence holding her. His eyes filled her vision. “Unusual, certainly. Do you know who we prefer? Who we ask for?”

Her mind tried to race but it only darted about in a panic. Lily touched on something that he had said earlier and she whispered, “Virgins.”

He inclined his head, his hair momentarily appearing to be a crest of horns instead of soft strands. He took another step and she tried to wrench her eyes away. Her gaze landed on the front of his pants and she gasped at the sight of them tented out by his own arousal. Her desire was rising, the wetness almost to the point of dripping. “Yes,” he said. “And do you know why?”

“Please,” she said. “Please don’t…hurt me.”

He smiled his predator smile. Lionel leaned toward her, his mouth inclined toward her ear. “Lily,” he whispered. His breath was incredibly hot on her neck, “Even my kind have needs.” She gasped suddenly when she felt the flat of his hand between her legs, pushing strongly against the base of her belly. His fingers trailed downward, curling closer to the top of her wet heat, and she moaned slightly.

“Don’t kill me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He licked her earlobe and she shuddered when fire and lightning rippled down her spine. “I’ll try,” he whispered back.

Before she could react to his words he wrapped both hands around her slim waist and lifted, turning and depositing her on the edge of his desk. It was strongly made and didn’t even shiver at the impact. Lionel pushed her skirt back to reveal the hidden cleft that was putting forth so much heat and moisture. He grinned and she saw the dragon behind his smile. “Do you know why dragons prefer virgins?” he asked. Lily shook her head mutely.

Lionel knelt by the desk, his powerful head level with her knees. “Because they taste the best.” He tugged at her panties and Lilly pushed up on her hands to loosen them. He pulled them down to her knees and then off, and then he put his face up next to her. She moaned when he blew on her, the fire in his breath streaking through her body. She had never been with a man before but that wasn’t to say that she had never pleasured herself with fingers and vibrator in the past. Her previous experiences simply didn’t compare to his tongue and his fingertips. He stroked at the delicate skin of her inner thighs, his touch as hot as his breath. She wondered if he was burning her and decided she didn’t care.

Lily moaned and he chuckled. “Mm. I thought you might like that. You’re so soft and delicate, my dear.”

She caught her breath and said, “Oh, mister Socard. Why…why me?” She lost it again when he stroked at her netherlips, his finger tracing a faint line from top to bottom on each side.

He chuckled. “Lionel will do, Lily. It’s as I told you. You have the best taste. Untouched by another, unsullied by some human’s seed…Lily, come fly with me.” He finally kissed at her, and then his tongue teased at the hood that covered her pearl. She shuddered as he caressed her, his tongue even more skilled than his fingers. He worried at her, opening her bit by bit until she was shivering and moaning. She wanted to seize his hair but settled for running her fingers through it instead.

He went on until she was shuddering and calling his name, and then he slowed his restless tongue. He eventually stood and started to unbuckle his pants. Her shudders faded but she still wanted him. She said, “Yes, Lionel, please…”

He grinned, unhurried in his movements. He pushed he pants down to reveal himself and she gasped. She’d seen pictures but they hadn’t seemed quite so large there. The desire overcame her fear when he stepped closer to her again. She kept her legs spread wide, and she didn’t shy away when he neared her. He felt as hot as glowing steel between her thighs but his eyes were calm and comforting.

Finally he was at her lips again and this time he didn’t slow. He reached around to hold her, both hands full while he pushed into her. Lily’s eyes widened when she stretched to allow him access. She worried that he would tear her open and for a moment when he broke through her internal barrier she was afraid that he had done so, but she was more flexible than she thought she was. There was pain and joy mixed together, and through it all there was the burning heat and desire. He filled her, and then again, and again until he was fully sheathed in her. Lily shifted, trying to adjust to the feel of him inside her, but his size made it difficult.

Then Lionel leaned his head forward and kissed her on the lips for the first time and she forgot all about the discomfort. His lips were as hot as the rest of him, the inner fires searing her. She was surprised when he slid his tongue between her lips, giving him a dazed whimper. Awareness of his shaft inside her returned slowly, but he kept distracting her with his incredibly experienced tongue. He pulled his hips away, and she was so tight that her hips slid toward him along the polished surface of the desk. He pulled free of her and entered again, the friction much more enjoyable this time. She was growing to relish the stretching and the tightness, the way that she could feel every vein and bulge. He continued kissing her, and she threw her arms around his neck.

Her slickness allowed him to pull free and slide in again, plundering the riches that he found inside her. His tongue did the same, and she was hard-pressed to say which gave her greater pleasure. Lionel settled into a slow rhythm designed to drive her higher and higher with each movement. She met him as best she could, his hands pulling them together and his tongue busy on hers.

For long minutes they rocked together until breaths became shorter and movements more urgent. Lily welcomed him now, quite at home with his length and girth, and he lanced as deeply as he could. He touched off sparks of pleasure inside of her, sparks that grew into stars that filled her like the night sky. The stars kept swelling until she feared the sensations they would bring when they exploded, even as she strove for that moment. Lionel’s sliding rhythm became shorter, and then he moaned and pulled her tightly against him. She felt him pumping, filling her with his tribute, and that was what she needed to finish her own journey. She hugged him tightly as her hips bucked against his and she drowned her cries in his chest.

His fire at last darkened and his shaft lost its hardness, pulling out of her. They stood holding one another until their breathing returned to its normal patterns. Lily could feel his worship dripping out of her, and she felt a faint sadness that she was unable to keep it all.

Lionel tilted her head back and smiled at her. His eyes were green but fully human again, and there was no hint of sharpness in his teeth. She smiled back and moved to kiss him, but he pulled away. His hand dipped below the neckline of his shirt and pulled the small key out. He pulled it over his head and held the chain and the key in his palm.

“You have some of my fire in you now, Lily. Will you care for the egg? Will you clean the hoard and breathe my breath on the egg’s skin until the day that it hatches or you tire of my service?”

She smiled and took the key, carefully slipping it over her head so that it nestled between her breasts. He smiled back, his eyes kind and relieved. She said, “For a price, mister Socard.”

“Of course. What do you require?”

She reached down and grasped him, faintly surprised by her own behavior. “Just that you rekindle the fire inside me as often as you can.”

He smiled, starting to stiffen in her hand. “My pleasure, my Lily.”