Love & Conquests

Chapter 4

Doctor Luciano dragged his feet to his study later that evening and sank in his seat with his feet resting on a foot stool. He and Agueda spent the rest of their day feeding and cleaning the Esclavo woman in his clinic, and entertaining and giving consultations to the few walk-in patients, who complained of migraines, gout, and the (exaggerated and self-examined) inflammation of the lungs.

     On his desk chair, Luciano lit his lamp, pulled a medical journal from one of his shelves hanging above his table, and scribbled on a fresh page: Had to bring another Esclavo into my home. Was dealt with cortar two days ago. Pregnant. Must be still in her first trimester. Will have to look into her condition tomorrow, see if both mother and child will make it until the third trimester. Take note: Mariano most probably fathered the babe.

    The doctor wrote two more paragraphs before Agueda burst into the room and interrupted his thoughts, and laid a tray of black tea and a plateful of sliced ham and cheese on his table. 

    "Ye be a fool if ye riject diz food," she softly said and ran a hand through his hair. "Why dat stupid wrinkle betwin yer broos?"

     It slipped Luciano's mind that he had been puckering his brows again, and he chuckled at  the reminder. "I think mamma will be much displeased if she finds out I've been skipping meals again."

     "Blessed hir sool. She be proud of ye." Agueda smiled a toothy smile and ran her hand again through Dr. Luciano's thick, corn silk hair.

     Outside the window, a clattering of coach wheels resounded, then  a persistent knocking on the door echoed. There was a squeak of a door opening and a trill of a woman's voice from the hallway, saying, "Luciano, I know you're in the study."

     The doctor looked to his nursemaid, nodded his head, and sighed long. "Please prepare Claudia some tea. I'd like to offer her Chamomile, but I seem to recall she likes Jasmine more."

     "Don't ye be playing aroond wid a woman such as Cloodia," Agueda warned. "Pretty hussies have poisonous bites."

     As the door to study was left ajar, a blond lady excessively caked in powder and rouge, and wore perfume which smelled of lavender and lingered long after the wearer had left, entered the study in a cream-colored dress with an empress waistline. The deep neckline had exposed half of her bosom, leaving little for the imagination; and the small mole peeking beneath the neckline was an invitation for something more than just playful flirtations.

     Claudia graced the doctor with a wide smile and said in a faint small voice, "Luciano, you did not pay me a visit today."

     Agueda, seeing the two young people in conversation, left them to their chatter to prepare tea. She put a kettle on the stove to boil and walked to the back of the house where the clinic was. The Esclavo woman they were tending needed to be spoon fed again.

     Luciano replaced the medical journal on the shelves and led Claudia into the sala, where they might enjoy the tea Agueda was brewing in the kitchen. He offered the sofa to his guest and sat beside her.

     "Last week you smelled of roses," the doctor said with a grin. Though he was physically tired, his eyes were alive with expectation and anticipation for he knew what was to come. Claudia's visits always ended with her jumping and singing in bed, naked.

     Claudia clapped her hands once and said in a rush, "Indeed, you've noticed! I've been meaning to smell of every flower in existence. With that, you may be reminded of me whenever you see any flower along the roads, marketplaces, buildings, anywhere!"

     "That is a fine goal," the doctor muttered and gave her a slow nod. "I pray you accomplish it soon."

     "Luciano," the lady whined. She put her hand over his chest; her fingers played with the buttons of his shirt. "Rather than this talk of flowers, I'd like to know why you didn't come to me earlier. You made me wait, and now I do think I may be suffering from a dry cough."

     The doctor looked and appraised the flimsy dress she wore, the seductive mole on her breast that kept playing peek-a-boo, and the damn neckline that wanted to be torn open. "My darling," he said in a low growl and clenched his teeth for control. It hadn't been that long since he bedded this woman. Wasn't it just two days ago? But his heart was racing and his blood was boiling hot, and he felt his p***s hardening, burgeoning. "Then shall I examine you?" he stammered for he couldn't stop his primitive need for a warm, naked body. He put his hands on Claudia's shoulders and kissed her softly. "No, that may not have been enough to determine if truly you have a cough." He kissed her again--roughly, urgently, his tongue probing, sliding around her mouth.

     "Doctor," Claudia purred, "my heart--it is racing rather erratically."

     That last sentence was enough to break the band of control the doctor had. He forcefully pulled Claudia to her feet and dragged her to the flight of stairs. With Agueda's tea forgotten, they hid in Dr. Luciano's study room, discarded every article of clothing and did as what lovers would. He unapologetically thrusted his c**k into her delectable, wet cave. He slammed ferociously until he spilled his seed inside her.

    As Claudia panted for a breath of air, the doctor carried her over to the table, swiped and knocked his pens and books out of the way, and spread her wide. His tongue slid across her abdomen, while his index finger and thumb played with her hard c******s. He opened his mouth wide and sucked and kissed her hot, moist cave. She was ready once more, and again the doctor slid his throbbing c**k into her. Luciano daren't called it as making love. For it to be called such as that should require him to be in love. With Claudia in his arms, though not in love with her, he liked her enough; and he enjoyed the voices she made and her little whimpers as he emptied himself in her without worries. 

    This was why he liked Claudia. She was a convenient partner.

     An hour later, Claudia left for home to her husband, Capitan Mariano. With both of them clothed, the doctor helped her up in her coach, and she said, "Oh! How could it have escaped my mind? My husband mentioned earlier you visited Fort Esperanza and brought home a patient. Mind you, I don't care much for Lorenzo's devices and whomever he fancies for the moment, but he has been listless as of late. It would be such a blessing if you visit our home tomorrow. I, at least, believe Lorenzo would leave for work tomorrow afternoon, which gives you enough time to see him in the morning."

    "And perhaps, time to check on that cough of yours again," Luciano ruefully said, and the lady giggled.

     The doctor watched the coach ride along the street and take a sharp turn to the left. He returned to the clinic and put on his stethoscope. The cold metal touched the sleeping Esclavo's chest and he moved it around, listening for the faint drum of her heart.