You meet with the Lady again and she seems pleased to see you.
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You were so glad it was time to head back to the village. Trading with different merchants around the country getting the Lords various items they needed. Duke also asked if you could get him something, you didn't mind helping him out. He was the reason you managed to even get the meeting with Miranda in the first place.
"Ah! it's good to see you," Duke smiled.
"How are you doing?I got these for you," You handed him over several collectable silver coins. You couldn't read the inscription but it matched what he previously described.
"Perfect, thank you, and for you," He handed you over a small bottle of blood. "You must be needing some" Your eyes widened, God you really did need to feed. You finished the bottle within minutes, your thirst was the equivalent of dehydration for humans.
"Thank you Duke," You forgot about your needs sometimes, then of course you thought about the deal you'd made with The Lady. You played back that night in your head for weeks after leaving to trade.
"Where's Lady Dimitrescu?" You asked.
"Why Lady Dimitrescu is in her castle of course! with her daughters I do believe she will be happy to see you," He smiled.
You already knew where she'd be, you were just testing to see if well anyone knew what happened between you both. You waved at Duke as you made your way to Castle Dimitrescu. He smiled and continued studying the coins you gave him.
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You saw Daniela, Bela and Cassandra in the main hall, both of them swarmed over to greet you. Ever since that night you spent in the castle they started poking fun at you; for the bruises around your neck, making a terrible attempt at sneaking out Alcina's chambers and just how flustered you were when you bumped into them. When you thought about it you should've just used the balcony to leave.
"Here to see mother?" Cassandra smirked.
"That's pretty obvious Cassandra, we know she's here for mother? Bela grinned.
Daniela circled you and prodded your shoulder. "I think mother may have missed you," she added.
Before you could even take a breath to begin your sentence. You heard the familiar steps of the Lady, as she ducked through the doorway. The girls all gasped and stood away from you.
"Mother!" they all said in unison.
"Oh daughters, please leave our guest alone give her some space,"
They each nodded and smirked at you as they left. Alcina's glowing eyes watched as you kneeled at her feet. She absolutely towered above you and she rested her hands on her hips.
"My Lady, I bring you a gift," you presented her with her favourite kind of cigarettes.
"Oh thank you dear, I have something for you, follow," she gestured. You struggled to keep up following her through the castle. Alcina ordered maids to bring you towels, some food and wine straight to her chambers.
You sat on the large couch that could easily be a bed for you. Alcina sat next to you and lit her cigarette, smiling looking down at you. You took off your jacket and boots making yourself comfortable. Maybe she did miss you, maybe she thought about that previous night you had together as much as you did.
The maid entered with the items requested by The Lady. They poured you some of the precious blood wine gesturing to take the glass. The blood was slightly warm and you weren't complaining it was your preferred temperature.
"All the items you requested are here, is there anything else we can get for you or your guest My Lady?" the maid asked. Alcina held her wine glass to her lips taking a sip before answering. Those glowing eyes full of thought.
"No, you may leave us and I do not want to be disturbed tonight," Alcina demanded. The maids left and you heard the door clicking shut. You were really enjoying the wine and finished it quickly.
"The travel makes it hard to feed My Lady," you said, breaking the silence. You scooted closer to Alcina who had just finished her cigarette. She took another sip of her wine and sat her glass next to her.
"I bet it does," Alcina lifted you by the hips into her lap and you straddled her large thigh. You rest your hands on her stomach. "Is this what you wanted dear?" She arched her brow, smirking already knowing the answer.
"Yes my Lady," you said leaning in closer. You didn't dare touch, you didn't have her permission. You were still in awe at her utter beauty. Her skin was so pale and soft and when she undressed Oh God you could feel the gathering wetness in your core. Her large hand rest on your hip and the other on your neck.
"You have beautiful eyes," Alcina said while studying your features. The compliment made your heart soar, she knew how to draw out that praise kink of yours. You leaned in closer, feeling her warmth and smelling the left over cigarettes that clung to her. You loved this as it just reminded you of her. Being this close to her was still an honour, you were sure you were going to be begging her again tonight. The aching desperation of the tease got too much for you again. Alcina knew this of course she fucking did. She knew how to play with you. She would make you ask before she would utterly ravage you.
"My Lady, Will you drink from me?"
Alcina grinned and took off her hat, tossing it on her bed.
"Yes, I was wondering how long you'd wait," she chuckled.
"I ache for you," You whispered into her ear so close she definitely felt your hot breath on her skin. She enjoyed it, you felt her shudder.
"This may hurt little one,"
"You know I like it my Lady,"
"Hmm we'll see," she grinned, extending her claws. You felt them slowly trail up your back just enough to send shivers down your spine. After one session she knew how to make you tick, God she was good. Your neck burned as her claw cut you and you felt blood trickle down your neck.
Alcina's tongue followed the blood trail up to the wound and you gasped. Your fingers dug into her neck and she suckled down the fresh blood. You were moaning and you felt her smile. You wriggled against the bigger woman as this mix of pleasure and pain was irresistible. Alcina gripped you tighter and sucked down on you even harder. You muttered her name as your breathing became heavier. You were definitely already wet, she could probably smell it.
When Alcina let go of you, her lips and chin had smears of blood across them. Your mouth watered at the sight and her eyes widened.
"Darling, your taste is fantastic," she praised. Her large hands wrapped around your hips again and you placed your hands on your thighs. You opened your legs wider and your core pulsed. Her yellow eyes watched you like a lioness stalking prey.
"Thank you mistress," You couldn't stop staring at the drops of blood on her face. You pulled off your shirt and offered it to wipe away the excess. The Lady obliged and in her hand it looked like a napkin. She tossed it aside, humming at the sight of you on her thigh in your bra. You reached out to her shoulder and pulled yourself up to meet her lips for a deep messy kiss. You could taste the iron on her as your mouths bounced off each other in a rather desperate fashion. You felt her hands pull off your bra and you let it fall still continuing the kiss. When you broke the kiss gasping for air, Alcina chuckled.
"Now, let mistress pleasure you," Alcina cooed. That deep husky voice made your brain melt. Her touches wandered over your boobs groping them, giving them proper attention. She pinched your nipples and played with the bars.
"Oh fuck," You gasped.
"Sensitive are we?" She arched her brow.
"Very," you answered. You locked lips with the Lady again but this time you took charge, well you tried. You bit Alcinas bottom lip slightly which got both your nipples pinched and you squeaked, breaking the kiss. Alcina very smugly eyed you as she took your nipple in her mouth and sucked down. She bit and nipped, you were weak and cried out her name loudly. Her tongue darted around the sensitive bud then repeated the same on the other. She attacked so hard leaving harsh red marks all over your skin. Seemingly marking her territory.
"Oh my God," you panted.
"You have some fire in you this time pet, maybe I'll have to teach you a few lessons," the Lady grinned still with the authority in her voice.
"Oh yeah? like what?" you tried to sound confident and cocky but it definitely didn't come out like that. You looked at the deep marks on your chest and realised she was going to go up a gear.
"Take off your clothes and sit next to me, you're going to stay there until I'm ready. You will display yourself to me and show how good your mistress is to you," Alcina ordered. She had fire in those yellow eyes. You playing the brat must've woken this in her. You could tell she liked that you had more of an attitude this time. If she didn't like it she would've ended you. It's that simple.
Alcina stepped over to her vanity and took something out the drawer. She then started to unbutton her dress.
You did as she asked, you tugged off your remaining clothing and dropped it on the floor. You kneeled on the large couch spreading your legs so she could see everything. You were soaked, you even noticed some of your slick dribble on her sofa. Her yellow eyes bore into you and you had to resist touching yourself. It was fucking hard. Alcina towered above you again grinning as you took in her beautiful nude body. Her broad shoulders, those full large breasts, the stretch marks across her stomach and those thick thighs connected to her seemingly endless legs.
"You are gorgeous mistress, your body is incredible," you said, still in awe of her towering beauty.
Alcina grinned smugly and showed you what looked like a whip. The leather straps on the end and you were sure the handle had the Dimitrescu crest but you weren't sure. Your eyes at the toy in her hand. It was made to scale for her so it looked huge to you. You never said anything but awaited orders.
"Darling, you need to be taught a lesson," she said sternly. You still couldn't take your eyes off the whip in her hand.
"Why?!" You panicked gripping the sofa. You didn't touch yourself as much as these orders were really turning you on.
"Haha, why?!" Alcina laughed dryly. "Look at my sofa you dirtied it with your slick you filthy little thing!" She pointed between your legs eyeing your soaked core.
"Shit, I-" you stammered.
"You said you like pain pet? " she questioned, knowing the answer. Alcina picked you up by the hips up sp you were level with her eye line and you squirmed.
"I do,"
"We'll see for how long," she chuckled. "Remember I will stop if you tell me it gets too much. She paused to stroke your cheek. "I don't want to accidentally kill my newest play thing," She pulled you closer to her face as she finished her sentence.
You nodded, keeping a solid eye contact. She stroked your cheek again before taking you over to her bed.
"Lie on your stomach," she commanded. You did as she asked and gulped. You steadied yourself feeling the soft fabric under you. You felt her claw go from your shoulder down to your butt, you couldn't see her face but you assumed she was grinning. Alcina kissed down your spine and you whined. Her soft lips connecting with your skin so gently was blissful.
"Oh, My Lady," you muttered. You knew she was preparing you, this was gonna fucking hurt and you wanted it.
"Brace yourself dear," Alcina purred.
When Alcina struck you it rattled through your entire body. The stinging lash made you yell out and grip the fabric of the bed. Each time she struck your back her aim was spot on, she knew when exactly to pause and continue. She obviously had done this before but God it was nothing you could ever imagine.
"Thank you my Lady," you managed to mumble out after multiple vicious strikes. You turned to face Alcina and her yellow eyes were fierce.
"Good girl," She cooed. "Can you take more?"
Just before you managed to reply she struck the small of your back, harder. You cursed as the burning sensation coated the entirety of your back. God it hurt but it felt so fucking good. Your mind was so focused on doing as you were told. Your core ached for release, you hated how turned on you were by this brutal whipping. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand for you in regards to sex.
The leather straps tore your flesh and blood was drawn at certain parts of your wound. You knew it, you could feel it through the burning. The final snap of the straps stripping the skin from your body was the last straw and you had to ask her to stop. It was too much, she was so powerful.
"Please stop, I can't do it" you begged, turning round to face her. You sat on your knees trying your best to hold back tears. Your back was on fire and from what you could see the thick red welts, some were accompanied by blood.
"I pushed you to your limit and you had the sense to ask for me to stop, I like that," Aclina spoke, putting the whip on her vanity.
She lay down on the bed and pulled you onto her huge frame. You climbed up her and pushed your lips together harshly kissing deep and needy.
"Such a good girl," Alcina purred. Her hand trailed between your legs and she stroked your folds.
"God," You sighed. Her touch made you melt, you were that desperate. Alcina pulled you up so that her mouth connected with your folds. You held onto the headboard and settled each thigh on either side of her head.
"So wet for mistress pet," Alcina muttered. Her mouth devoured your pussy, you moaned and rocked riding her face. Her tongue stroked over your slit and you screamed. You were so close if she just keeps doing this you'll get that beautiful release. Her lips and tongue worked your bud and you felt the build. She ate you out in a way you'd never experienced before, she was utterly incredible. Your brain lost all rational thinking. All you needed was her to keep moving her tongue on you.
Suddenly Alcina lifted you off her, putting you on her thigh. She kept a firm grip on you while you shook with rage and disappointment.
"Aww fuck, come on that's so cruel," You cried. Her vice-like grip kept you still.
"You finish when I say you do, any more attitude you'll be edged mercilessly all night," Alcina growled.
"Mistress, I'm sorry you're in charge," you apologised, still utterly infuriated. You were so fucking close. Before Alcina could give you her next order you pounced for her neck, biting and kissing roughly. She learned back, letting you in and her hands gripped your hips. You noticed she avoided your now sensitive back.
"Is this what you wanted, Mistress?"
"Keep going you little devil," Alcina gasped. You smirked as you bit her neck. You may leave marks but you'll deal with that later. You pressed an open mouthed kiss on her lips and she pulled you even closer. Your desperation was unlike anything else, you were edged last time but not like this.
You kissed down her throat making your way to her pale breasts, they were beautiful. The lightning-like veins through around them and her hardening nipples. She shook impatiently so you fit as much of it in her mouth as you could. Your hands kneeled and worked her and Alcina let out a loud satisfied grunt.
"You're so beautiful my Lady," you said looking up to meet the Alcina's yellow eyes, they were clouded with pleasure. She looks so good lying underneath you bathing in your touch. You continued down her stomach tracing each stretch mark and nibbling slightly. She opened her legs to let you in, you could smell her scent.
You positioned yourself in front of her now soaked core. She clawed at her bed as she lost her patience waiting on you getting into position. Alcina glared at you to hurry up so you didn't waste any time, the last thing you wanted was to piss her off. You licked up her slit making sure she felt your tongue bar. Her taste was unique and strong. You couldn't get enough. You worked your mouth around her and dragged your tongue over her slit. Alcina groaned deeply, you loved hearing those noises. One hand gripped her bed and the other was on the back of your head. You wrapped your mouth around her bulging clit and flicked your tongue relentlessly. She lost her mind, pulling you deeper between her legs, her large thighs almost crushing you. Well it would be an interesting way to die anyway. You pushed in three fingers which slid in with ease. Alcina threw her head back and let out a deep satisfied groan. You pumped your fingers relentlessly and felt her walls clench as she peaked. she didn't care who heard her screams of pleasure. Your mouth and fingers were coated in her slick, you wiped away the excess with her bedding. Her vice-like thighs let you go and you literally climbed up and lay on her chest. You played with her soft dark locks gently and her yellow eyes watched you. She was just getting her breathing under control as you could feel her chest rising and falling. You loved listening to it.
"My Lady," you said and kissed her lips gently.
"Darling, you're such a good girl," Alcina praised. Her hand cupped your hip and the other felt your back. You winced as it still stung to touch. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, especially after she praises you. That silky voice just melted you.
"Mistress, please, I ache for your touch," you kissed around her jawline.
"Touch where?" Alcina arched her brow, being deliberately awkward.
"Fuck me, fuck me mistress, please" You begged staring into her eyes. She lifted you up by the hips and you noticed you left your slick on her thigh again. Your heart sank, there's no way you could deal with another whipping like that not tonight.
"You really are a desperate little thing aren't you?" Alcina grinned. She placed you on her other thigh, spreading your legs wide.
"Yes!" You yelled in sheer frustration. You fucking needed to finish. You pressed your hands on her stomach to keep balance.
Alcina moved her fingers between your folds again. You gasped and you both could hear just how wet you were. Alcina chuckled and pushed her finger inside you.
"Oh God yes," you were so full again and finally getting the simulation you needed. Her thumb rubbed your clit and you were almost weak with the sensation. Being made to wait constantly being driven to the edge now Alcina finishing it drove you insane. Now you were closing in to the build you peaked so quickly clenching around her fingers and leaking out more slick.
"Mmmm very good pet, can you go again?" she smiled.
"I - think I can?" you stammered.
"You will," That was an order, you were used to those. Alcina pulled out her fingers before thrusting them in again with force. She teased your clit with her thumb creating a harsh rhythm. In a matter of minutes you were putty in her hands again and you fell forward into her collapsing from the exhaustion. The last one was so strong you saw stars. Alcina pulled out of you and cleaned up her fingers with her tongue. She cradled you close, gently tracing your tattoos and feeling the curves of your body.
"Such a good girl for mistress," she praised, whispering into your ear.
"Thank you My Lady," you leaned up to kiss her lips and softly across her jawline again feeling her smile as you did it.
"I will let you rest dear, but your back needs some medical attention," Alcina said, lifting you off her carefully. You lay on your front. The bed felt way bigger now you weren't lying on her. You were so sleepy, if she wanted to fuck the brat out of you she certainly did. You heard murmured voices and a door closing, the bed dipping under Alcina's weight.
You felt a cold liquid followed by a soft gauze and rapid stinging. You whined and shuffled Alcina and put one hand on you to stop the toy moving.
"Let me clean those," she said, still with her usual tone but slightly softer.
"I'm a vampire, it'll heal in no time,"
"You still risk infection," she said sternly.
"True, at least you know silver and crosses are all bullshit, I like you," You joked trying to forget how painful this was. She wrapped you up as best she could, you knew maids would be helping with this tomorrow but you thought the gesture was sweet. Alcina knew about the importance of aftercare, made you respect her even more.
Alcina pulled you on top of her and you curled into her boob lying there wrapped in her arms. You put your arm as far around her neck as you could trying to hold her back. She chuckled but appreciated the effort. You felt her breaths slow down as she fell asleep. You loved listening to her chest as you stayed curled up on top of her. It helped you drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Bottom note:
I know Alcina would probably get maids to do the treating of wounds but I thought it was cuter this way and it's my story :)
Summary: When you think about Alcina, you just can't help yourself... but you soon discover that her self-control is as flimsy as your own.
Genre: Smut, (masturbation, oral sex, size kink, fingering, power dynamics, praise kink, hair-pulling), not suitable for minors.
Word Count: 2.4k.
This piece is for day 17 of kinktober under the ‘oral sex’ prompt.
A/N: This is an edited version of a fic I wrote in 2021. And the second fic I ever posted to ao3.
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Silence descended upon the castle and brought with it an eerie ambience that seemed to persist. It was not often that such a luxury was afforded, the sound of shrill laughter and abrupt flurries of flies never too far away. The lasting dregs of evening remained suspended over the village, darkness soon to steal the glimpses of amber sky into its possession. The call of slumber fell on deaf ears, loneliness slowly beginning to infiltrate as you stared blankly out of the window, eclipsed by the thick drapes that framed it.
A beautiful portrait of Lady Dimitrescu hung in the centre of the room, eyes of liquid gold peering down from the wall as if she was studying you. She was the only solace, your mind plagued with fantasies which always led you back to her. It was a dangerous game, the rumours that flitted around only reiterating the way evil was allegedly so entwined with her.
But you couldn’t understand it.
She seemed to blur the line between fear and excitement, so muddled within you that you were unsure where one feeling ended and the other began. Adrenaline had become your lifeblood, a single glance in the Lady’s direction weakening you at the knees and causing your heart to rattle violently within your chest. You smiled wistfully in the knowledge that your infatuation was futile and in any case, the woman had larger affairs occupying her time.
You were insignificant, disposable.
Lady Dimitrescu’s voice echoed through the corridors, heavy footfalls following suit until they halted. Despite the mitigation of the walls that were enclosed around you, the mere sound of her voice seemed to trigger your furor. Your eyes flickered over to regard the portrait again, your teeth gnawing lightly against your lip as you dared to trail your fingers across your chest.
Goosebumps rose upon your skin, protruding from below the surface as you brushed gently over your nipples and roused them into sensitivity. The Lady’s orbs bored down from above as you sighed blissfully, wishing that your arousal was a product of her hands rather than your own. From within the confinements of your room, you could hear her voice falling in and out of clarity as you envisioned her beside you, lips pressed against your ear and whispering filth into them. It was all that you could think about, the only thing pacifying the insatiable urges that festered within you.
Encompassing desperation was only a hair’s breadth away, your fingers masterfully tweaking and pinching at the stiffened buds until pain incurred as a result. Your libido blossomed hastily beneath your touch, hands involuntarily manoeuvring towards your underwear until your fingers slithered below the fabric. A stifled gasp exuded from you, mindful as not to alert the woman who was unknowingly causing the depraved acts that you had undertaken.
Wetness collected against your fingers as you dragged them through the slick, circling over your clit until your hips to bucked wildly. Self-control dissipated the moment you believed you had it under control, your breath hitching. Every so often you would push two fingers inside of you, deeply as they aimed for places you could only dream of the Lady exploring. For now, imagining was all that you had and you would make the most of it. The idea of getting caught only added to the thrill that seemed to claim you and take you under.
Glassy orbs remained fixated on the portrait before you, short breaths blowing away louder moans that threatened to escape you. The Lady’s face was solidly imprinted in your brain, dragging you to the edge as you battled to stay quiet. The heavy footsteps that you had heard earlier suddenly grew louder, closer, but did nothing to hinder you from the task at hand.
The threshold had long been surpassed, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that you wanted and needed so badly. You slowed abruptly, torturing yourself as you danced on the brink, desperate to be filled but denying yourself that very pleasure.
Ragged breaths filled the room as you fought to prolong the bliss, hoping that the woman would put you out of your misery and debase you in every way imaginable. Your pussy clenched at its own accord as you entertained the very thought in your head, her long fingers slamming in and out of you until you begged her to stop.
You aligned your fingers once more, the suspense too much to bear as you stuffed them in to the hilt, obscene noises methodically sounding as you settled upon a steady rhythm. The pleasure that claimed you seemed to render you mindless, so much so that you had failed to notice the proximities in which the footsteps had now arrived at. And without a second to catch your breath or shroud your indecency, the door flew open and the Lady ducked into the room, eyes flaring as they landed upon you.
You froze in place, a catatonic state engulfing you as you stared back at her.
“Oh, my,” the Lady drawled, rouged lips curling upwards into a smirk. “It appears as though I have been gravely misled.”
You blinked, confusion arising in response to her strange reaction.
“You’re not the innocent that I had predicted, sweet maiden,” she commented, an air of surprise about her as she regarded your lust-stricken appearance with what appeared to be fascination.
Lady Dimitrescu brushed a slender finger against the mattress as though she was jostling with the urge to reach out and touch you. And then she ceased, departing from the bed side with her gaze ablaze, never straying from you.
“What could have caused this?” She queried, a defined eyebrow quirked towards you as she awaited a reply.
The shock derived of the situation kept you stilled, soundless as your mouth widened only for the words to fail you. Instead, your eyes lifted to the portrait in the hopes that the woman would understand the unspoken admission that you were attempting to reveal. At first, the Lady seemed perplexed to say the least, until she followed your ceaseless glare and hummed interestedly. Silently, she traversed over to the portrait and ran her fingers languidly over the golden frame that bordered it.
“My sweet, innocent maiden was thinking about me?”
The Lady was painfully patronising, a smug smile materialising from her crimson-painted lips as she inspected the picture as if she was trying to uncover a hidden meaning that had eluded her.
“Yes, my Lady,” you admitted, shyly as you grabbed ahold of the bedsheets in order to veil your exposed body from view.
The woman intervened quickly, hands prying the sheets from your grasp as she shook her head in avid disapproval.
“Oh, no,” she tutted, her lips lightly pursed, “I want to see exactly what I have done to you.”
A blush burned itself into your cheeks as you averted your gaze, humiliation beginning to make itself known. The Lady ignored the blatant flustering that she had induced and moved to perch atop the bed, gentle hands slowly exploring the skin of your thighs.
She wasted no time, her sights firmly set on the apex, digits dancing through the arousal that had accumulated. A fresh intrigue lingered within her celestial orbs, no words exchanged as she took her time in inspecting you, rubbing the residual liquid between her index finger and thumb as though she was confirming its existence.
Lips found their way between your teeth, clamping harshly as you tried desperately to prevent your body from thrashing due to the oversensitivity that had incurred. And without a second thought, she raised her long fingers to her mouth and sucked heartily as if she wanted to savour every last remnant drop. The seduction that oozed from her did nothing to stymie your appetite as it reignited, a fire blazing inside of you.
“Just as sweet as I anticipated,” she noted, huskily, her tongue laving her bottom lip with saliva.
The mere act had your thighs tensing back up once more, that same throbbing feeling from earlier returning with an unrivalled intensity.
“As much as I’d love to play into your fantasy,” she began, her voice low and sultry. “I have a few of my own.”
A manicured finger pointed towards you and then to the floor, the unsaid command hanging in the air as you climbed out of the bed and situated yourself between her legs.
“What can I do for you, my Lady?” You questioned, meekly, your skin ablaze in the knowledge that the woman was allowing you to play a part in whatever this was.
The Lady smiled, a little burst of breath huffing out from her nose as she observed your subservience, knees securely pressed against the cold flooring beneath as you awaited instruction. Her hand outstretched towards you, fingers cinching softly around your chin as she forced you to meet her eye line.
“You’ve had practice,” she remarked, though the lilt in her voice seemed to imply that it had been a masked question.
“No, my Lady,” you rebutted with a stifled giggle, “but I’d like to.”
The woman beamed as though impressed, her hands gathering the material of her magnolia gown until she had it confined to one fist. Her free hand fell to secure itself atop the crown of your head as she willed you forwards, your nose mere inches from the black underwear that had been newly exposed.
“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
Before you had the chance to respond, she forcefully dragged your face to meet her underwear, your nose brushing along the length of the black material. Despite the woman’s blatant impatience, you pulled back, wanting to cherish the moment and admire her in her entirety.
Gentle fingers ghosted the pale skin of her legs, observing tentatively as she shuddered almost undetectably below your touch. Your lips finally made contact with her inner thigh, daring to bite and suck, her legs jolting every so often. Her self-control had been surprising, coolness prevailing as you continued your vehement attempt to leave it in shreds.
Purpling bruises adorned the Lady’s ashen skin, soft as her thighs enclosed around your head almost involuntarily. It was clear that despite her earnest efforts to hold off, her natural responses had begun to betray her. Cunningly, you brushed your thumb across the length of her underwear and though sound was stifled lightly from your positioning, you swore you heard a gasp escape her.
Her hand reached down and grappled with your head, nails grazing your scalp with brute force as her patience thinned to the point of nonexistence. You were mesmerised, intent on exposing what lay beneath that thin layer of material, a slight patch of arousal visible through the black lingerie if you stared deliberately enough. It spurred you on to no end, your mouth introducing its languid ministrations, suckling painstakingly over her clothed clit as you felt her buck slightly against you.
“That’s it, darling, yes,” she encouraged, breathily, her fingers combing aimlessly through your silky tresses as she urged you on, “don’t you dare stop.”
Courageously, you yanked her underwear to the side, too consumed by the reactions you were procuring from the woman. The opportunity was too good to pass up as you drew more arousal from her with every touch you applied. Her flesh glistened, your eyes half-lidded as you became intoxicated by the scene so close in front of you. Briefly, you gazed upwards, hoping to meet her eyes and when you did, hers glared back in what seemed like frustration, desperation.
You took her clit into her mouth, toying softly with it as you pressed your tongue against it and smoothed it with saliva. Her taste was unlike anything, unable to draw yourself away once you had her on your tastebuds, your tongue slipping further inside of her. The previous combing of her fingers through your hair ebbed out abruptly, replaced with a ruthless force that educed a wince from you in response. And just when her legs began to tremor, you entered her with two probing fingers, aiming for deeper territories.
“Good girl,” she groaned, shamelessly, her voice causing an intensified pulsating sensation to persist between your legs, your heartbeat pounding without rest.
Every jerk and shiver pointed in the direction of an orgasm, her hands clutching you so forcefully in place that you couldn’t forsake her even if you had wanted to. Your fingers worked overtime, pounding zealously as her moans rang out into the room and emptied your mind of any coherent thoughts. Her pleasure was all-encompassing. She ground herself against your mouth and fingers with reckless abandon, no concern thrown towards your wellbeing as she used you. And truthfully, you were enjoying every single moment spent serving her.
Her arousal slivered out of its confinements, painting itself across your chin and mouth as you fought to maintain the rhythm that you had enlisted. Oxygen was hard to secure, a lightheadedness whipping up and only thrilling you further as her flesh pressed tightly up against you.
“You’re doing so well for me, darling,” she complimented, shakily as the pleasure clouded her, her movements more abrupt and desperate. “I’m so- uh, so close.”
The warning had you throwing every last modicum of effort into the task at hand, your fingers gradually feeling the pinch of her inner walls around you. And soon, they were spasming with vigour as she came undone with a thunderous moan that seemed to shake the room.
“My sweet maiden,” she panted as she attempted to regain control over her breathing, “you have surprised me.”
On your knees, you stared up at her, awe-struck by her post-coital appearance. As usual, she was enchanting, but there was something more, something different. Without a hesitation, she rose to her feet and sauntered towards the far wall, her hands reaching out to pluck your beloved portrait from it.
“No, My Lady!"
“Settle yourself,” she instructed, firmly, the picture dangling from her hand, so small in comparison to her enormity. “I’m going to replace it with something a little more, realistic.”
With furrowed brows, you regarded her with confusion, your interest piqued nonetheless.
“And what might that be, My Lady?” You asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
The Lady strutted over sexily, hips swaying as she leaned down to address you. Her hand cupped your face, a distinct gentleness radiating as her eyes seemed to soften all of a sudden. A long exhale exited from her lips, a smile forming in the corners until it spread across her features.
“Well…” she drawled, suspense rising as your heart began to quicken, surprised to find the Lady repositioning herself beside you in bed. “Me.”
Lady D served so much cunt with that hat and her dress, and her daughters really took after her with their cool ass clothes and makeup. The whole family served, ate, and left no crumbs. Shame some moldy guy had to ruin it 🙄
I won't go into detail, but we lost two pediatric patients in one day last Wednesday and it sent me into a tailspin.
I got drunk last night and was really pissed because I constantly deal with transphobes in my DMs and they were especially nasty. I normally don't respond, but I'm in a bad place and took the bait.
I deleted both of my accounts apparently (I don't remember exactly what happened) so I'm just trying to find all of my friends on here.
I won't be posting for a little bit, but I wanted you to know where you can find me.
I'll find all of my stuff and eventually post it all again but it will take a while.
Summary: After recovering from the chaos of the meeting, Alcina shows you the dungeon and distillery. Honoring the agreement the two of you made of not keeping secrets, she also shows you the thing she fears the most.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.
Tags: Pure unadulterated fluff
Notes: Part 20! So sorry this is late! To make up for it it's extra long at over 8k words! Enjoy💕
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For the first time since the meeting you woke up alone. Reaching over to the other side of the bed you were a little surprised to find it empty and the sheets cold. Technically, you woke up alone one other time, but the sheets were still warm and as you woke up Alcina was walking out of the bathroom making her way back to bed. She promptly crawled under the covers and pulled you into her arms and the two of you fell back asleep for a few more hours. Feeling how cold the sheets next to you were was a good indication that Alcina left the bed a few hours ago and hasn’t returned yet. You can’t help but feel a little sad, but you push the feeling aside knowing that she probably has a lot of work to catch up on since she was keeping such a close eye on you for the last week.
As you were getting dressed the breakfast bell rang. The second one rang just as you were finishing getting ready so you hurried downstairs so you weren’t too late.
“Good morning draga mea.” Alcina says as you walk into the dining room. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept like a rock. How about you?”
“I slept wonderfully.” She says with a smile.
Looking around the table, you notice Cassandra’s chair is empty.
“Where’s Cass?” You ask.
The mood around the table shifts and you immediately regret asking. She’s probably still mad at Alcina for what happened at the meeting.
“She hasn’t been to a meal all week.” Bela says, looking at Alcina out of the corner of her eye.
You look over at Alcina and see that her eyes are downturned towards her plate. Right away you notice the sadness in them and the somber mood she was put in.
“Oh. I’m sorry, I had no idea.”
Alcina reaches across and places her large hand over yours. “Don’t fret about it draga, you didn’t know.”
“Where is she? I can try and talk to her after breakfast.”
“The dungeon.” Bela and Daniela say in unison.
“Oh.”
“I can bring you down there this afternoon.” Alcina says. Bela and Daniela’s heads snap towards their mother in surprise.
“But mom-” Daniela says.
“I know, draga. It’s time we stop keeping secrets. It’s unfair to not give her the whole picture.” She says before turning towards you. “If you want to, that is. You are not obligated to go down there if you don’t want to.”
“It’s okay, we can go down there later. I already know there’s going to be things I don’t want to see. But it’s important to know.”
“There certainly will be. Girls, can you please go down after breakfast to see if your sister has gone on a cleaning rampage or a destruction one? I would hate for y/n to go down there to see it in a worse state than it is normally in.”
“Of course, mother.” Bela says.
“If Cass destroyed it or if there’s guts everywhere we’ll clean it up before you go down!”
“Wonderful, thank you dragele mele.”
(My darlings.)
The rest of breakfast was relatively quiet with some small talk sprinkled in throughout. When the girls were finished they swarmed off to the basement and Alcina sat back in her chair and dabbed at the corners of her lips with her napkin.
“Do you have plans for the day, draga mea?” Alcina asks.
“Not really, how about you? I’m guessing you have work to catch up on, right?”
“Actually I was able to catch up with most of it last night, which was why you awoke alone this morning. Which I apologize for, I tried to finish up before the breakfast bell rang but I wasn’t quite able to make it happen.”
“It’s okay, I get it. I figured you were working, especially since you’ve been keeping such a close eye on me this week. I had a feeling you had a lot to catch up on.”
“Yes, luckily it wasn’t as much as I anticipated but I wanted to get as much done as possible when you were asleep so I could spend the day with you, if that’s alright with you that is.”
“Alcina, if I ever say no to that, take me to the hospital because I’m probably having a stroke.”
Alcina laughs and cups your jaw, her thumb caressing your skin. “Of course, my love.”
She stands from her seat and as she does, a few maids emerge from the shadows and begin to clear the table. “Come, my love. We have much to discuss.” She says, extending a gloved hand out to you.
Taking her hand in yours, you stand up and let Alcina lead you outside towards the courtyard.
“What do we have to talk about?” You ask.
“I believe I owe you answers to any questions you may have. I promised you when Karl was here that after the meeting I would answer any and every question you have for me, regarding anything.”
“Oh right, I totally forgot about that.”
“Yes. So tell me, draga, what is it you want to know?” She asks as she takes a seat on one of the benches and you sit next to her.
“I don’t know, what else haven’t you told me?” Alcina gives you a look and you chuckle and shake your head at her. “Okay, okay. Let’s start with the basement. What really goes on down there?”
“The basement is rather large. The dungeon and distillery are where your questions lie, I’m sure. The dungeon is where the cells are, where maids who have misbehaved or those who have trespassed are held.”
“How many cells are there?”
“Roughly a dozen.”
“Are all of them filled with people right now?”
“No, there are only a few that are holding some maids. We haven’t had any trespassers in a few months so there’s none in there.”
“So the other cells are just empty?”
Alcina’s eyes shift away from you and she takes a hesitant breath before answering.
“No.”
“What’s in there?” You ask and her eyes meet yours for a moment. Guilt fills her eyes and she looks away again. “Alcina, what is it?”
“Before I answer I need to say that what I am about to tell you is something you are not going to like or approve of. It’s one of those things that makes me fearful it will be the last straw for you and you will leave.”
You take her hand in both of yours and squeeze it. “Whatever it is, I won’t leave. I promise.” She nods and takes a deep breath,
“As I’m sure you’ve heard, when maids misbehave they are punished. There are several instruments and devices that are used in punishments, but they are quite brutal.”
“So they’re torture devices?”
Alcina hesitates for a moment before breathing a “yes.”
“Why do you seem so ashamed? I thought it was something you enjoyed?”
“Because I am, talking about these things with you makes me feel ashamed because I know you don’t approve. And I do enjoy it, the screams, the blood, the terror in their eyes, it’s exhilarating. I’ve never felt ashamed of it, at least not in decades, until you came to the castle.”
“I don’t want you to feel ashamed. Of course I don’t approve, and it feels so wrong for me to tell you not to be ashamed, but I love you so much that no matter what it is, I never want you to feel ashamed of it.”
Alcina smiles at you and wraps her arm around your shoulder and pulls you into her.
“The distillery is in the other part of the basement. That is where maids and trespassers are bled into barrels for the Sanguis Virginis.”
“So it’s not just ‘maidens blood’ in the wine? It’s anyones?”
“Precisely. Decades ago it was only the blood of virgin women because it was said to be more pure, but that was a fallacy. Your blood does not in fact change in any way after the loss of virginity.” She says and smirks down at you.
“Well thank god. I would have been screwed if that were the case.” You joke.
Alcina laughs and kisses you on the head. Placing a finger underneath your chin, she lifts your gaze to meet hers. “Even if it were the case, I was not letting you anywhere near the dungeon. I had much better plans for you, my dear.” She says before leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips.
“Well that’s good.” You say after your lips part. “Anything else about down there?”
“Yes, there is one more thing. I believe I’ve told you of the Moroaică, the maidens that turn after receiving the cadou? They live in the dungeons and distillery. But they will not come near you, especially if the girls or myself are accompanying you. Usually when we are around they migrate to different areas of the basement,”
“What if you’re not with me?”
“You should smell enough like us for them to leave you alone, but still I would prefer if you didn’t venture down there alone.”
“I don’t think I want to, honestly.”
“Good.” She says with a smile. “What other questions do you have?”
“Well I’m guessing one of the secrets you were keeping from me was the dragon, right?”
“Yes, that was certainly one of the bigger ones.”
“Will you ever show me its full form?”
“Not until I am certain I can control it without harming you. It is massive and it is difficult enough to control just when I am partially transformed, when I am fully transformed it’s even more difficult. I don’t want to risk it - I can’t.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable. I just want you to know that no matter what it looks like, it’s not going to scare me away.”
‘It’s quite horrid.”
“You’re about to show me a fully-functioning torture room. I can’t imagine the dragon is that much worse.”
“I don’t know about that draga mea. But thank you for always reassuring me anyway.”
“Of course, it’s part of my job.” You say as you lean your head against her. “Oh!” You say, popping back up. “I remember what I wanted to ask you a few weeks ago. You had said that Mother Miranda wasn’t the only thing you were afraid of, what else is there?”
“That I feel is best if I show you.”
“Okay.” You say with an unsure tone in your voice.
“Don’t fret, it’s not a creature or something that can hurt you. Well, it can, but it's more of a weapon.”
“There’s a weapon that can hurt you?”
“Yes. I will explain everything when I show you. But first, let's see if the girls have cleaned up the basement. There is something in one of the rooms I need to get before I show you what it is I’m truly afraid of, anyway.”
You nod and Alcina calls for the girls. Bela and Daniela arrive in a swarm and emerge in front of the both of you.
“How are things in the dungeon?”
“Not as bad as I would have thought.” Bela says.
“Cass went on a cleaning rampage but then caught a maid trying to sneak into her bedroom so you wouldn’t have known she cleaned down there.”
Alcina shakes her head. “They never learn, do they?”
“Well that one certainly isn’t going to do that ever again.” Bela says.
“Or anything ever again for that matter.” Daniela adds.
“Thank you girls, I appreciate your help.”
“Of course, Mamă.” Daniela says before kissing Alcina on the cheek.
“Anytime, mother.” Bela says, kissing Alcina on her other cheek.
The girls swarm off and Alcina stands up and you follow her inside. She leads you to a door you’re unfamiliar with and unlocks it. Immediately the musty smell hits you and your anxiety starts to kick in.
“Quiet your heart, draga. I will be with you the entire time, there is nothing to fear.” She kneels down to your height and runs her gloved fingers through your hair. “I won’t leave your side, or let go of your hand the entire time we’re down there if you don’t want me to, okay? And I promise I won’t leave you in here.” She says with a smirk.
“Okay.” You say. She nods and leans in and kisses you before standing back up.
“Pull the door closed behind you, please. The last thing I need is for a Moroaică to get loose in my castle. I will lead the way down.” You nod at her and she starts to descend the stairs. Closing the door behind you, you follow Alcina down the spiral steps into the basement.
“These stairs will lead us down to where the storage rooms are, I will lead you through the safer areas first before taking you to the dungeon and distillery.”
The winding staircase is dark despite the torches that line the walls. The lower you descend, the cooler and damper the air around you gets. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, Alcina reaches out her hand and you take it in yours as you climb down the last few steps. She takes you through some of the storage rooms. Where extra dried goods and spices are kept for the kitchen, where extra fabrics are stored for the seamstress that takes care of the maids' uniforms. As you walk further into the basement you notice just how damp and gross it is.
“I apologize for the environment. The full basement is nearly the size of the castle and it is impossible to keep every area dry.”
“It’s okay, I get it.”
Walking up to a wooden door, Alcina knocks before opening it.
“Cassandra? Are you in here?”
“What do you want?” An aggravated voice calls from somewhere in the room.
Alcina’s eyes fill with sadness and she closes them before taking a breath and grounding herself.
“I am showing Y/N the dungeon and distillery. May we come in?”
“Whatever.”
She nods at you to follow her and she ducks through the door. The second you enter the room you’re hit in the face with the smell of blood and death. It’s a horrible smell and you instinctively cover your mouth and nose.
“I’m sorry, I forgot how unpleasant the smell can be.”
“It’s okay.”
“This is the dungeon.”
Looking around, you see cells lining the brick walls. The iron bars are rusted and some are jagged. As you walk closer it looks like there are slash marks against the cells and you examine them for a moment.
“The Moroaică don’t have the best eyesight, but they have a phenomenal sense of hearing and smell. When they smell people in the cells they try to attack the cages with their swords and sickles. Obviously, they don’t do nearly enough damage to break in but they do a wonderful job at keeping the prisoners in line and frightened. They also act as a deterrent so whoever is in the cells think twice about trying to escape.” She says as she walks past a cell and stops and stares into it. “Isn’t that right?” She asks into the cell and a wicked smile crosses her face.
Walking up to the cell you see a maid cowering in the corner. She must have been down here for weeks. Her dress and skin are filthy and she’s covered in cuts, bite marks and blood.
“Y-y-yes, m-m-mistress.” She stammers as she trembles.
“Now, now, what have you done to land yourself here, little one?” Alcina asks in almost a sweet voice but the edge she has makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
“I-I accidentally made the bath water too c-cold for Miss Daniela. It was an accident, I swear. B-but Miss Daniela was angry - a-as she s-should be. I-I know the cold c-can be painful for the l-l-ladies of the castle. S-so she b-brought me down here. She said i-if s-she can’t enjoy a bath, neither can I. I-I fully a-accept my punishment, m-my Lady. I-I am at the mercy of y-you and y-your daughters.”
Alcina stares at the girl for a moment before tilting her head at her.
“Pity.” She says as she shrugs her shoulders and continues her tour.
Looking back at the girl once more, you can see the fear in her eyes. She’s been down here for a very long time. It’s not often that maids who are kept down in the dungeon for a long period of time like that are ever let out. At first you were surprised that Daniela had brought the girl down to the dungeon for something so small but then again when you first met her, she was almost too eager to take a bite out of you. So maybe it wasn’t that surprising at all. She’s pretty sadistic, not as sadistic as Cassandra, but still.
Alcina stops in front of one of the open cells and you hear something inside of it. When you look in you see Cassandra cleaning what looks like a medieval torture device. It was a large plank of wood with metal spikes sticking out of it. There were five leather straps hanging from it, you could only imagine that their purpose was for keeping the head, arms and legs of whatever unfortunate soul that was strapped to that still.
The sight made your stomach churn as you looked around the cell. There were buckets of gore and blood scattered about, one was knocked over and whatever spilled out of it was some kind of internal organ you couldn’t pinpoint. Alcina puts her arm around your shoulder to reassure you and you lean into her a little.
“What are you doing, bug?” She asks Cassandra.
“I’m not talking to you.” She says.
“Cassandra-”
“Just finish giving her the tour and leave.”
Alcina sighs and you can tell she feels defeated. It’s been a week since the meeting and Cassandra is still angry at her. You understand why she was angry, but her anger is misplaced.
“Come, draga. Let's continue.” Alcina says, gently tugging at your hand.
Alcina ducks through another door and the smell of blood only gets stronger. Right away you notice multiple, things, wrapped in tarps hanging from the ceiling. You can only imagine what was wrapped in them given what Alcina had said earlier and because there were gigantic barrels of blood underneath each strung-up tarp.
“This is the distillery. I’m sure you can imagine what goes on in here.”
As she walks further into the room you hear a moan and turn around to see something walking out of the shadows in the corner. Freezing, you watch as the creature comes into the light. It’s scraggly with gray-purple skin. It was covered in scraps of cloth and a hood. A Moroaicǎ. Its head turns towards you and it hisses. Inside its mouth you see rotted teeth and it begins to limp in your direction. The Moroaicǎ is dragging a massive sword behind it. As it walks closer it begins to raise its sword as if it’s going to attack you. You feel your nerves picking up and you think to yourself “it won’t hurt me. Alcina said it won’t.” It gets closer and closer and it looks like it’s about to swing.
Alcina growls and you hear her claws unsheath before she steps in front of you and slashes at it. The Moroaicǎ falls to the floor into pieces.
“Absolutely useless.” She mumbles. “I apologize draga, they are not supposed to come after you but not all of them are as intelligent. This is precisely why I don’t want you coming down here by yourself.”
“That thing is terrifying.”
“They are rather unpleasant. But they are good guards. That is what happens when the maids don’t react well with the cadou but don’t outright die.”
“So if I got it and didn’t react well…”
Alcina sighs and places her arm on your shoulder.
“Yes. You could turn into that. Or worse.”
“What’s worse?”
“It doesn’t happen often, but the cadou can cause maids to uncontrollably mutate. The ones that are unfortunate enough to experience that are quickly euthanized.”
Alcina brings you around the distillery for a little longer before you’ve seen enough and ask to head back. Making your way back to the dungeon, Cassandra is mopping the blood-stained floor. As you walk past, Cassandra looks up and sees the scar on your neck and her eyes grow wide.
“Where are we going next?” You ask Alcina.
“I need to grab something from one of the nearby rooms, the Room of Sorrow.”
“Room of Sorrow?”
“Yes, there’s something I have to get in there before I take you to our next stop.”
“Okay, can I stay here and talk to Cass?”
“Of course, draga.” She says, cupping your face with her hand. “Cassandra, can you please lead her back upstairs?”
“Whatever.”
Alcina nods at you and walks out. You take a seat on one of the stools near Cassandra as she mops.
“What do you want?” She asks.
“I wanted to see how you are. I heard you haven’t been to a meal all week.”
“So what?”
“I just wanted to see if you’re okay.”
“Peachy.”
“Cass.”
“What? Why do you even care?”
“Because I care about you, stupid! What’s going on? Why are you giving your mom the third degree?”
“Because she almost killed you! I can’t believe you’re walking around with her as if she didn’t almost fucking kill you a week ago.”
“Cass, it wasn’t her fault.”
“Bullshit.”
“It really wasn’t. She’s not in control when she’s in that state. She told me that she was screaming, trying to get the dragon to stop but she couldn’t do anything. It wouldn’t stop.”
“I don’t believe that she can’t control it and I don’t believe that she can’t say no to Mother Miranda.”
“Why? What makes you so sure that she’s doing all of this on purpose?”
“Because I can control my flies, I can say no to Mother Miranda. If I can there’s no reason she can’t!”
“Cass, I don’t think any of it works like that. Her dragon and your flies are so different. You’ve seen her wings, according to her that’s not even a quarter of her full transformation. Your flies are a part of you, your mother’s dragon is an entirely different being that coexists within her. And the relationship between you and Miranda is so much different than your mom and Miranda. Miranda saved your moms life. You know she was dying before she met Miranda, right? That she promised her eternal life, power and beauty?”
“Yeah, and Miranda fucking lied to her and she still went along with it.”
“She didn’t have a choice! Miranda put a cognition control device into her once she realized your mom didn’t immediately die.”
“What?”
“She never told you?”
“No?”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t know she never told you. Please don’t repeat this, but yes. She did. When your mom first turned it was really hard for her to disobey Miranda’s control. But luckily your mother retained enough of her own cognition so after some time she was able to control how much influence Miranda really had over her. But in the beginning it was really difficult.”
“So she shouldn’t have an excuse now!”
“That’s not how that works and you know it. Listen, yes, your mother can disobey the influence Miranda has over her, but that doesn’t mean she can tell her to go to hell. She’s still a Lord of the village and Miranda still has full control of it. Even though she doesn’t want to, she still has to obey her to a certain extent.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“But it’s reality. She can’t, and I think deep down you know she can’t but you don’t want to imagine Miranda having that much control over your mother. And listen, I get it. I hate it that she does. And yes, I’m sure your mom was blind to a lot of the abuse Miranda subjected her to, hell she still might be, but I think now she’s seeing more clearly than ever. You just need to be patient Cass. Give her some slack, she’s trying. And it’s really upsetting her that you haven’t spoken to her or been at dinner.”
“She told you that?”
“She didn’t have to. Just look at her when you speak to her the way you have been, it’s breaking her heart. She doesn’t want to push you because you’re not as forthcoming with your emotions as Dani is, but she loves you and it’s making her sad.”
Cass looks down at her feet and you can tell that it upset her knowing that she was the cause of her mother’s sadness.
“I didn’t want to make her sad.”
“I know. But you need to give her more slack. I get that you’re angry about what happened at the meeting but she really wasn’t in control. Miranda coaxed the dragon out to take control because Miranda wanted your mom to kill me in her arms while she knew your mother was helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop it. She wanted your mom to watch me die as her dragon killed me. It was Miranda’s fault, not your moms. And it really upset and pissed your mom off that Miranda did that. She’s not as happy and smitten with her as you think, Cass. Your mom is sick of Miranda. But you said it yourself, Miranda is strong, crazy strong, so your mom can’t just go after her. She has to be careful and strategic.”
“Miranda really wanted to torture mother that badly? To make the dragon kill you in mother’s arms so mother couldn’t do anything about it?”
“Yes.”
“She’s fucking evil.”
“She definitely is. But you understand, at least more now, right? That it wasn’t all your moms fault? She really did try to save me and I was able to get the dragon to stop.”
“How? How did you get it to stop?”
“I remembered you said that blood tastes sweeter when the person you’re feeding from is frightened, so I relaxed and gently asked it to stop. I had no idea if it was going to work but I got lucky. According to your mother, the dragon only ever responded to Miranda before. But when it noticed what it did to me, it rejected Miranda. It growled and snarled at her and protected me from her.”
“Did it really?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. Mom doesn’t talk much about her dragon, she fucking hates it honestly.”
“I know, and I’m working on getting her to be kinder to it. It’s going to take some time, but I think it’s possible.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Probably. So, are you still angry with your mom?”
“Not as much, I didn’t realize Miranda brainwashed her for so long. I’m still mad that it happened, but I guess I’m not as mad at mom anymore.”
“Well, that’s a good start. Wanna head back upstairs? I can’t go by myself, one of the Moroaicǎ tried to come after me in the distillery so your mom really doesn't want me walking around here alone.”
Cassandra shakes her head and chuckles. “Man, they are the dumbest creatures. They’re worse than lycans.”
“I believe it.” You say with a laugh.
Cassandra leads you through the basement and up a different set of stairs than the ones you and Alcina came down. When she opens the door, you realize you’re near the main hall.
“I’m in here, girls.” You hear Alcina call from the main hall.
You and Cassandra walk into the hall to find Alcina sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine in her hand.
Cassandra sits next to her mother and leans her head on her arm. Alcina looks down at her daughter with a warm smile on her face.
“I’m sorry mom.” Cassandra mumbles.
“It’s alright, draga mea. Just please, next time you’re upset, please come and speak with me. Okay?”
“I will. I promise. Te iubesc, mamă.”
(I love you, mom.)
“Și eu te iubesc, fiica mea.” Alcina says as she wraps her arm around Cassandra and kisses her on the head.
(I love you too, my daughter.)
The two of them sit like that for a minute before Cassandra wiggles out of her mothers grasp. She kisses her on the cheek and swarms back down into the basement. Alcina watches Cassandra until she’s out of sight and her gaze lingers there for a few more moments. Her eyes shift towards you and she smiles.
“I don’t know how you do it, draga mea. No one has ever been able to get through to her the way you are able to.”
“I don’t know, I just talk to her. I meet her where she’s at and try not to push her too much.She’s a good kid. She’s so fiercely protective of you Alcina. She loves you so much.” You say as you sit next to her.
“I know, I know.” Alcina says with a sigh as she wraps her around you and kisses you on the top of your head. She sighs into you and you cuddle into her. When you open your eyes, you see masks sitting on the end table next to the couch.
“What are those?”
“Ah,” Alcina says, reaching for the masks. “These are the keys to get into the Tower of Worship.”
“The Tower of Worship?”
“Yes, there’s something in there I want to show you. Shall we?”
“Sure!”
Alcina stands up and leads you through a set of double doors and you enter the Hall of Four. She walks around the faceless statues, placing a mask on each one. When she places the last mask on the final statue you hear gears turning and the door behind the statues swings open. Alcina takes your hand in hers and the two of you walk through the short hall and through the second door.
The second set of doors opens up to the outside, a large stone bridge leading to a set of stairs that takes you up to what you can only assume is the Tower of Worship. The view from the bridge is stunning. On either side you can see the vast, mountainous Romanian landscape. Walking up to the ledge, you take in your surroundings with Alcina at your side. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you admire the scenery around you.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s absolutely stunning.”
“One day I will show you the view from the castle roof. If you think this is beautiful, that will truly take your breath away.” She says before smiling down at you.
“I’d love to see it.” You say as you smile back up at her.
“Then it shall be done. Come, my love. We mustn't dawdle any longer.”
You give her a nod and walk with Alcina up the stairs. When the two of you reach the top she opens the doors to the tower and you walk in. The inside of the Tower of Worship looks like what was once a small church, now abandoned. The pews are scattered and covered in a thick layer of dust. The altar is pushed to the side and the stained glass windows are filthy but the sunlight still manages to peek through the dirt. In the back of the room against the three main window’s sits a coffin.
The closer the two of you get to the coffin, the tighter Alcina holds your hand. She’s nervous in a way you’ve never seen before, it’s like she grows more frightened with each step you take.
When you finally get up to it you notice the Dimitrescu coat of arms decorating the lid. Alcina traces her fingers over the emblem before taking a deep breath and looking down at you.
“Who’s in there?” You ask.
“I don’t know his name, truthfully, I never cared to learn it. But this man entered the castle decades ago with a weapon, the only weapon of its kind and the only weapon that could really hurt or kill me. It was his goal, like many others before and after him, to rid the village and the world of a monster like me.”
“What was the weapon?”
Alcina looks down at the coffin and her breath shakes. In one swift motion she turns the lid of the stone coffin, revealing a rotting corpse inside. The smell of rotting flesh immediately hits you and you turn away for a second, trying to waft the rancid scent away. When you turned back you noticed that Alcina had taken a few steps back, as if she’s afraid to get too close to it. Looking down into the coffin, you see the corpse clutching a curved dagger.
“It’s called the Dagger of Death’s Flowers.” She says behind you. “It was forged in the Middle Ages, roughly a thousand years ago. It’s said the dagger has been infused with poisons and toxins found throughout Europe. It was created to kill monsters and demons like myself.”
You look down at the dagger in awe and caution, you don’t dare to reach out and touch it. Leaning over the coffin, you try and get a closer look at it.
“Is that, is that your coat of arms on the hilt?”
“Yes. I believe each symbol carved into it belongs to each demon or monster that was killed by the dagger. This man, the one who tried to kill me with it, engraved the Dimitrescu coat of arms prematurely.”
“Is it true? The rumors that it was laced with poison?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I was stupid and curious and pricked my finger with the tip of the blade after I killed the man. The pain that spread through my body felt like lightning. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life, only second to when Miranda implanted the cadou inside of me. And the blade just barely pierced my skin. If I were to be stabbed with it I cannot imagine what would happen.”
“Why do you still have it? Why didn’t you destroy it?”
“Because it is still a threat to me. I wasn’t able to destroy it without interacting with it in some way and just pressing the blade against my skin without piercing it is incredibly painful. I couldn’t hide it in the mountain or throw it away without risking someone else finding it and using it against me. So I locked it up in here, with the man both brave and ignorant enough to think he was able to use it against me.”
“Who else knows about its existence?”
“Only myself, the girls, Mother Miranda and the Duke, I believe.”
“The Duke?” You ask, turning to face her.
“Yes.”
“Who is that?”
“Oh, that’s right. He was here when you,” Alcina pauses and looks to the side before looking back at you with guilt in her eyes. “A few weeks ago.”
“When I locked myself in my room?”
“Precisely. He is a merchant, one of the, if not the best, that comes through town every few weeks. He’s actually due for a visit soon. Anyway,” she says, shaking her head. “The dagger is what I am truly afraid of. May I close it up?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely.”
Alcina strides towards the casket and slides the lid back into place. She makes it look effortless but you know if you tried to move that by yourself there’s a good chance you wouldn’t even be able to get it to budge.
“So what would happen if you were to actually get stabbed with it? Would it instantly kill you?”
“I don’t believe so. But it will halt my regeneration abilities, making me susceptible to any attacks. When I pricked my finger with the tip of it it took days for my regeneration abilities to return to normal. They didn’t cease, but they were significantly slowed. It also affected my ability to control the dragon inside of me. The dagger not only hurt myself but hurt it as well and I felt it thrashing against its cage trying to get out. I needed a significant amount of blood to restore myself. If I were to be penetrated with the full blade, or perhaps even half of it, it would be devastating to me and render me extremely vulnerable.”
“So if your regeneration abilities stopped, you could die?”
“Exactly. Essentially, the reason for my immortality is my regeneration abilities. If it was stopped or hindered in any way, I could die from an attack. I would still be able to take more damage than an average human would due to my size, but yes, enough stab wounds, gunshots or other attacks could certainly kill me.”
A shiver runs up your spine and you shake it off. You hate the fact that Alcina isn’t as immortal as you really thought. It terrifies you knowing that something so simple could be her downfall.
“I hate that that thing exists.” You say as you look away from the casket.
“So do I, draga. But it is locked away and is safe.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I promise.” She says, running her gloved fingers through your hair. “Some have tried to get the dagger but only one person out of the near dozen was able to collect just one of the masks to unlock the door before being caught.” She tucks a strand behind your ear and cups your face, guiding it up towards her.
“Okay.”
Alcina smiles and bends down to your level.
“It is locked away and I am safe from it, iubirea mea.”
With your face still in your hand, she pulls you in for a kiss. The moment your lips meet hers all of the anxiety you had melts away. Sighing into her touch, you wrap your arms around her neck and deepen the kiss. Her tongue brushes across your lips and you part them, allowing her entrance into your mouth. As your tongues intertwine a small moan emerges from the back of your throat and into her mouth. Alcina lowers herself to the ground more so both of her knees are on the stone floor. With her free hand she pulls at the back of your leg and you follow her lead, wrapping your legs around her waist. Her hand leaves your leg and cups your ass, holding you tightly against her.
The kiss grows more passionate, more intense and Alcina bites down on your bottom lip. She doesn’t draw blood but you still let out a moan as she pulls your lip between her teeth. You dive back into the kiss, tangling your fingers into her hair and you give the hair on the back of her head a small pull. Alcina growls into your mouth and she tightens her grip on you.
The two of you break apart to catch your breath and your lips trail down her jaw and to her neck. You start kissing and sucking the column of her neck, biting down at her pulse point. To your pleasant surprise, Alcina lets out a moan when you do that and you continue to suck and kiss at the spot.
Alcina throws her head back as you mark up her neck, she can feel her chest heaving and an ache in her core begins to grow. When you bite down on her pulse point again she lets out a louder moan and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She’s about to push you to the ground and take you here and now until she opens her eyes and remembers the two of you are still in the Tower of Worship. Rolling her eyes, she lifts her head and cups your face, guiding you away from her neck to face her.
You follow Alcina’s hands as they guide you back up and your kiss-swollen lips meet hers once more. This kiss was softer, still passionate, but less intense. She pulls away a bit but stays close enough where her lips are still brushing against your as she speaks.
“I would want nothing more than to take you right here on this floor, draga mea. However I feel this tower is less than ideal to do so in.”
You didn’t even realize you were clenching around nothing until this minute. You can feel the wetness in between your legs and you too would want nothing more than to have her fuck you here and now, but she’s right. You nod your head in agreement and Alcina takes in a breath through her nose and slowly exhales. Her warm breath on your face is soothing but also just makes you want her more.
“Mmm, you smell delightful iubirea mea.” She whispers.
You smile in response and rub your nose against hers. She rests her forehead against yours and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a minute, just enjoying being in each other's arms.
“I missed you.” You whisper, breaking the silence.
“I missed you so much, iubirea mea. I am so sorry you keep getting hurt and we keep losing time together. I will make it up to you, I promise.”
“It’s not your fault, Alcina. It’s okay. But I would love to spend some time with you.” You say.
With one last kiss the two of you part and stare into each other’s eyes. Her gold irises are sparkling in the afternoon sun as if they were made with glitter. What you wouldn’t give to be able to spend the rest of your life looking into them.
Alcina bites her bottom lip and looks away. She has a bashful look on her face and you can’t help but chuckle.
“What?”
She doesn’t look up at you as she chews on her bottom lip for a moment. You can see the wheels turning in her head. She releases her lip from her teeth and she takes a breath before adjusting her posture and sitting up straight. Her eyes meet yours once more. There’s a vulnerable look in her eyes that you don’t get to see all that often but it makes your heart melt every time.
“Would you,” she begins to say before her eyes flicker down and back up to yours. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”
The small smile you were sporting grows into a full grin.
“I would love to.”
Alcina releases a breath as if she was relieved and smiles back at you. You don’t dare to point it out, even though you want to. It’s not easy for her to be vulnerable with you and you know how hard it can be, even still, for her to express her vulnerability. If anything, you find it absolutely adorable that she thought for even a second you would say no. There’s a part of you that worries that maybe she doubted it because you haven’t shown her enough love, but the more realistic side of you knows she’s just traumatized from her past and hasn’t done something like this - and wasn’t rejected by someone - in a long, long time.
“Wonderful. I shall plan a lovely evening for us.”
“I am very excited. Have we been on a proper date before?”
Alcina thinks for a moment before furrowing her brows and tilting her head.
“Truthfully, draga. I’m not sure. But whatever happened, or didn’t happen then, was then. This date will mark a new chapter of our newly rekindled love.”
“That sounds perfect.” You say before kissing her.
When the kiss ends she lets go of you and your feet slide back down to the ground. Alcina stands up, brushes off her dress and reaches out for your hand. Taking her large hand in yours, the two of you walk out of the Tower of Worship and back into the castle.
Alcina closes the doors and begins to remove the masks from the statues.
“So when are we going to go on this date?” You ask.
“Hm, well, I would like some time to plan something perfect, which shouldn’t take very long. And tomorrow night I have to go out and search for the hunters. I’ve put it off for long enough and it cannot wait any longer.”
A knot forms in the pit of your stomach and Alcina notices the worried look plastered across your face.
“Do not fret, draga mea. I will not engage with any hunters I come across unless I absolutely have to.”
“What if they have weapons that are made of the same thing as that dagger?”
“Oh, iubirea mea.” She says before walking over to you and bending down to your height. “I promise you, that dagger is the only one of its kind in existence. If it weren’t, nearly every intruder who has come here to try and kill me would have one.” She cups your face and caresses your cheek with her thumb. “I promise, none of their weapons can harm me. Even if a grenade were to go off in my hands, it would certainly hurt and do damage, but not nearly enough to stop me. Please don’t fret about it.”
“Okay.” You say as you nod your head.
Alcina kisses your forehead and stands back up. She walks over to the final statue and removes the mask. You can hear the gears shift in the door behind you and after a few seconds you hear it lock.
“So how about two nights from now?”
“Sure, that would be perfect. As long as you’re okay with doing it the night after you go out.”
“That will not be an issue, iubirea mea. Then it’s set. Two nights from now you and I will go on a date.”
“I’m excited to see what you come up with.”
“I have a few ideas I believe you will be more than pleased with.” She says with a smirk and a wink. “I am going to return the masks to their places. I believe lunch will be served soon, I should be back by the time the bells ring.”
“Okay!”
“Te iubesc.” She whispers before bending down to kiss you.
“I love you too.” You whisper back.
“Now please try and keep yourself out of trouble while I’m gone.” She says, shooting you a wink as she walks away.
“I make no promises.” You quip.
Alcina playfully rolls her eyes and tries her best to hide the smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
Not long after the lunch bell rings. You make your way into the dining room and are met by two swarms. Bela and Daniela appear and sit in their seats. Looking over at Cassandra’s empty chair, you can’t help but feel your heart sink a little. Maybe you didn’t get through to her as much as you thought you did after all.
A minute later Alcina ducks through the door and greets you and the girls. She sees Cassandra’s empty chair and you see a sadness glaze over her eyes before she masks it. Alcina sits in her chair and elegantly places her napkin over her lap. She takes a sip of her wine and just as she’s about to speak, the doors open and a swarm of flies enters the dining room.
Cassandra emerges from it and takes her seat. You look over at Alcina and you see her eyes light up with happiness. Bela and Daniela also have smiles on their faces when they see their sister enter the dining room. For the first time in a while, your whole family is together again. Your heart feels so full it might burst.
“Sorry I’m late, the bells are hard to hear in the dungeon.” Cassandra says.
“It’s alright, draga, no need to fret.” Alcina says with a smile.
Lunch is served and all of you dig into your meals. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela laugh and joke and bother each other as they usually do. Alcina halfheartedly scolds them while trying to hide her smile or her laughter behind her drink. It was the first family meal in a long time where everything finally felt normal and you couldn’t be more grateful for it.
Hey I was wondering when you were going to write more on the Lady D and maiden story? I just got done with it and I think it is really good. This is my first ask but I'm fine if you don't want to.
Aww thanks very much! I appreciate that!
I've not really been writing anything much these days with life and things. My apologies, i just haven't found the time.
