You’re Shy And Yet You Want Me To Whisper In Your Ear While Forcing Your Legs Open For Me To Rail You?

You Left Me to Wither Up and Die

Lady Dimitrescu x female reader

The Countess was there when the human had life and hope in her eyes, when she learnt the ropes of human emotion, and when she came to a standstill... tied down by the vines. Flowers caressing her mouth - petals stuck to the lip balm she wore. Sparking jealousy within the Countess.

She was also there when the human fell to her knees after tearing out her own heart - laying it bare on the ground for the world to see, in all it’s decay and beauty. Mottled with small flowers. The distinct sickly sweet smell of death permeated the air. Alcina was there.

The Lady was no stranger to this ailment. She had been the cause of it for many, and victim only once. This particular case shook her to her core.

The human was a shell of her former self, a heart no longer of any use - a soul once naive in its innocence now shielded itself; much like a dog licking its wounds. Time and events had jaded it.

The Countess was there to gather the human in her arms, she was also there to hold her during the many nights that followed. The wrenching sobs of those evenings still haunt her. Despite the years that have passed - darker thoughts make unwanted guest appearances.

The Lady has watched this human lose themselves all over again, but she has also seen them build themselves up - a true testament to the resilience of humans. And every time, the Lady is there to help her.

Occasionally the Countess will catch a glimpse of flowers that have flourished - and a flurry of what ifs rush her mind. What if her darling had not survived... what if she had not the strength to tear out a part of her. What if... she lost her human to a bed of petals that smell so sweet?

There is no point in worrying... the past is set in stone. Nothing can be done about it. You will decay - just like the human’s heart - if you cross the fine line between reminiscing and fixating on the past.

The human heart died but in death there is a chance to grow. A chance to flourish, and exceed what you were before you died. Alcina watched as this fragile being learned to trust again, learned to love, and to be loved. The Countess was also lucky to be the one to teach her, and in turn was taught many things of human nature by her lover simply growing and becoming themselves again.

Slowly but surely the life and hope that was diminished was relit by Alcina. It was a small flame but once the Countess worked hard to protect and grow.

The days when Alcina witnessed the human - the one made for her - fall for another were gone, the air clear now, her human was hers, as she should have been from the very start. And Alcina hers.

A jar of wilted flowers - crisp and dried, a yellow brown skin - sits in an ornate vase, Alcina can see them just past her human’s shoulder. A reminder that all those what ifs did not happen. Her human was alive, she was happy. And she was loved. Above all, Alcina’s lover knew she was loved... this love was one that was requited.

You Sent for Me, My Lady? Part 2 (Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Due to popular demand, I bring you part 2 of "You Sent for Me, My Lady"!

Part I

Warning: NSFW

As you make your way back to Lady Dimitrescu’s room, you find your heart is pounding out of your chest. You haven’t the slightest clue what she has planned for tonight. You pause outside her door, take a couple deep breaths to calm yourself down, and rap your knuckles against the door.

“Come in, my dear,” you hear Alcina purr from within.

When you open the door, you stand stock-still. Alcina rises from her seat in front of the mirror and slowly turns to face you. She is wearing a black lace peignoir over a red and black lingerie set. As you take in her blood-red stocking clipped to her garter, you realize just how long Alcina’s legs are and how firmly muscular too. Your mouth is working but you find the words die on your lips as you try to make them.

Alcina lets out an intoxicating chuckle as you stand rooted to the spot, transfixed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of undressing myself before you got here, pet,” Alcina says, casting off her peignoir and setting it on the back of her chair. “Now are you going to come over here or do I have to come get you myself?”

You don’t respond but you take off at a run and launch yourself into her waiting arms. Just like before there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you as she kisses you hard, your legs wrapped around her waist for balance. She unbuttons your collar and begins kissing your exposed neck, near your fluttering pulse point. “I could hear your heart pounding as you were walking down the hall,” Alcina murmurs against your neck. “Even now I can feel it beating its soft tattoo.” Alcina cups your breast and you let out a whimper of desire.

She runs a red fingernail across your throat, drawing blood. “I still have yet to taste you, my sweet,” Alcina growls and when you look at her, you see her pupils have dilated from hunger, her golden irises only a thin band around them.

Without warning, she lunges forward and sinks her canines into your neck. She pulls you flush to her body and you can’t move even if you wanted to. Alcina feeds on your blood greedily, her lips making soft popping sounds as she moans in satisfaction. Her tongue rasps around the puncture marks left in your soft skin, lapping up any leftover blood before she eventually pulls away.

You try to make eye contact but find your head is suddenly light and your head lolls to the side like a rag doll’s. She catches your face in her hand and brings you up to face her. “Are you feeling alright, dear?” Alcina asks, brushing a finger by your cheekbone. “I tend to overdo it for the first feeding. Do you think you can stand?”

You nod and stumble a little as she sets you down. She holds you steady and you take a few experimental steps before you can eventually move on your own. She smiles at you encouragingly. “Would you mind opening the bottom dresser for me, pet? I left a surprise for you in there.”

Walking over to the dresser, you find your palms are slick with sweat. You wipe them on your apron before opening the dresser. Inside you find a strap with a harness. You feel your face burn scarlet as you hear Alcina call behind you, “There it is! Bring it over here, would you?”

You take the strap and harness in your hands and with your face burning make your way back to her. When you try to hand it to her, she lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Oh, I’m not going to be the one wearing it, pet. You are.”

Alcina picks you up in her arms, giving you a sloppy kiss as she peels back your skirt and fastens the strap and harness snug around your hips. She moves to take you to the bed, but you notice both of your reflections passing by in the mirror. Hesitantly you place a hand on her arm. She looks at you in confusion. “If I may, my Lady,” you say, clearing your throat. “I rather liked the view the mirror offered us last night.”

Her face breaks out into a wolfish grin. “Oh, getting bolder, are we, pet?” she purrs, running a thumb along your chin. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She takes you over to the chair in front of her mirror and settles you on her lap, your legs straddling her hips. Taking you by the back of the head, she moves to kiss you again. While doing so, she takes your hand and glides it up her gartered leg.

You look at her and she sees the hesitation in your eyes. She smiles, understanding your uncertainty. “This is the first time you’re using a strap, isn’t it dear?” You nod slowly, embarrassed at your lack of experience. Still holding your hand, she moves it to her already dripping cunt. “Do you see how wet I already am, pet? That should be enough to get you started.” Alcina moves her large hands to cup your hips and guides you and the cock to her center.

Alcina leans her head back against the chair and utters a low moan in her throat as you push in, slowly filling her walls. Bracing your hands on both of her shoulders, you begin to ride her with your strap, your hips moving in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, abortive moans and sighs escape Alcina’s lips, now coated with a mixture of your blood and her lipstick. You chance a look at the mirror and you see your face is already red from the exertion, your face shining with perspiration.

Alcina shakes her head, pins falling to the floor in a heap and her hair becomes unbound. You take a couple strands of it and inhale deeply. It smells strongly of her oleander and rose perfume. So she even puts it in her hair, you think to yourself. Interesting…

“You’re doing so well for me, pet,” Alcina gasps out. “Please, there is no need to be gentle. Please fuck me harder, darling.”

You increase the pace of your thrusting and Alcina’s hands bury themselves in your back. You see in the looking glass that she has bunched her fingers into the material, causing small rips with her nails. Oh, well. Nothing a little needlework can’t fix later.

You can feel your hips starting to get sore with the pace you’re trying to maintain, but you must do as your Mistress commands. There is something so satisfying about her supplications for you to fuck her harder that you have no choice but to comply. You want to leave her satisfied after she showed you what she could do last night.

Last night....That gives you an idea. You can see there is still room, so in addition to the strap, you slide two of your fingers into her core. Alcina lets out abortive gasps as you gently begin to stroke her sensitive walls while pounding into her with your cock.

“Yes! Dracu, yes!” Alcina pants. “Please, just like that! Don’t stop, draga. I’m so close!”

Your fingers quest further into her walls. Ah, there it is. Your fingers brush by her clitoris and you feel her shudder underneath you as she climaxes, coating your hand in her nectar. You pull out your hand and your cock and settle against her, your head on her chest, both of you breathing quite heavily.

“That,” Alcina says, putting a hand through your hair and stroking it gently. “Was absolutely magnificent. If I am to be completely honest, you surprised me, draga. I never knew you had it in you. But then,” Alcina kisses the top of your head. “They do say it’s always the quiet ones.”

You feel your cheeks burn at the praise. “Thank you, my Lady.” Just then, you happen to glance at the clock. “Good God! Is it that late already? Mrs. Fischer will have my head if I’m not in bed by light’s out!”

“Then why don’t you stay with me?” Alcina takes your hand and slowly begins to kiss your fingers one by one. “Even though Mrs. Fischer is the housekeeper, she can hardly argue with you if she knows you’ve been with me, her employer.”

You nod and she gives you a chaste kiss. “Good! Now I hate to make you work so late, but would you mind helping me out of this and into my nightgown?”

A smile spreads across your face. “It would be my honor, my Lady.”

IM ON MY KNEES OH MY GOD…..PLEASE RAIL ME…

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