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You awoke with a start as the train jolted a little moving your body forward and backwards in one fluid motion. Rubbing your eyes, adjusting your environment and remembering where you were. Not in the castle as normal but placed differently from where you had fallen asleep.
You looked around you and the thighs that held you in place. Alcina lay in the bottom bunk of the train's bed with four pillows supporting her head and upper back and you laying on her stomach and between her legs. You blushed at her crafty positioning and saw her sleeping face. Perfect in every way, like a beautiful painting you could look at forever and cherish every line and stroke that created her. One of her top fangs adorably clipped her bottom lip that you had gotten used to.
Remembering that Bela might still be in the room and looked all over the cabin from your place for her but found that she was not there. Alcina probably let her fall asleep and took her to her room like the great mother she was. Smirking a little, remembering the night before and how the session was not complete and seeing the wonderful person just sitting in front of you. Slowly turning your body, so you lay on your stomach and edged down, so you were suitable by Alcina's... succulent rose.
You slowly lifted up her dress and unclipped her thigh garters. You could feel your body pulsing with excitement as you edged your body closer into your mistress's. She slept so soundly with her hand on your head as you moved her panties aside. Her pussy was moist but not as wet as you could make her.
Letting your tongue glide upward from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. Your mistress made a small huff and moved her ass a little but was not stirred too much. But as you aimed more along her clit she made more noise, and her beautiful centre began to get wetter and wetter.
As you tasted her, you became more hungry; the overwhelming need for your mistress took over your senses, and you stopped being gentle. You wanted your beloved to wake up to find you between her legs, pleasuring her without any idea. The quiet mumbles Alcina had been giving out became louder until a final grunt exited her nostrils, and she opened her eyes warily.
"Y/N darling, I had the weirdest dream that-" She stuttered in her sleepy sentence and looked directly into your eyes. Her sleep was brushed away, and a moan escaped her lips; you got her sweet spot. Her clit throbbed as you sucked it hard. Alcina didn't know how to respond; her needy pussy in such desperate condition raised to catch your mouth. She was trying to ride your face.
You let her in the usual fashion. She looked so shocked and aroused that you couldn't help but feel your own woman hood twitch in response. You grasped at her thighs and draped them over your shoulders so you could have easier access. Alcina was speechless, her mouth open and letting out only a string of moans and pleas for you to go faster or a curse in her mother tongue. She reached out for you, gripping your hair and taking it in a fist, taking control of your movements. She directed you to where she needed you the most; you could just feel her pulsating cunt on your face and how wet she had become. The sound of her pussy as you licked, sucked and fucked her wetness filled the little sleep cabin you were in.
With a loud and deep cry, Alcina moved your head one last time before filling your mouth with her juices. Your mind was swimming in dirty thoughts and the taste of her cum. Alcina breathed heavily. Slowing her pace and letting go of your hair, pulling you towards her.
Swallowing all the cum before opening your mouth and casually speaking to your lover, "Good morning, my dear," In a lovely sweet tone, whipping the excess cum that had dribbled down your chin on your arm, looking at her face trying to avoid a well deserved smirk. Alcina had her morning hair and yesterday's makeup on and yet was still the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Ești atât de norocos că te iubesc dragă." She grumbled, getting her thumb and rubbing your cheek; she still hadn't woken up yet, but her heart was beating so fast you could hear and feel it.
"I never got to make you cum the other day, so I had to pay back the favour." You purred softly, watching Alcinas pupils widen, your heart pounded, and the craving for her just overshadowed everything else. You leaned into her and let your lips collide with hers; her lips were plump and perfect, just like they always were. She held you tight and kissed back with passion; she was waking up and gaining her strength back. She would punish you for touching her and remind you of your place. Being her slut and all. But you knew deep down she found you exciting and enjoyed your acts of rebellion against her authority.
She pulled you away and rested her thumb on your lip, swiping the lipstick she had imprinted off, smudging it on your cheek before kissing it too. Then she pulled you in so your ear rested just by her lips, her hot breath hitting you and sending warm shivers down your spine. "You do that again, and I will make sure you get what you deserve. But seeming as we are on a train; you will just have to wait for what I have in store for you. You are such a slut for me, aren't you? Couldn't resist and ate me out while I was asleep? Dirty, dirty girl." You hissed as her grip on you became tighter, and the throbbing between your legs became unbearable. She knew. She knew exactly what she was doing to you. And loved it.
"Is that clear, my darling?" She hummed, satisfied; you nodded slowly only to have her grip your chin and make you look into her golden assertive eyes.
"With your words." Her voice was a growl.
"Yes- Mistress." You choked.
"Mhm, good girl," She said, kissing your lips once again and letting you go; your body pulsed and craved her more than ever but knowing what she would do if you overstepped, that it could be the end for you and the orgasm you had been picturing for a solid seven and a half hours.
"Now, what's the time?" You had to shake your mind out of the trance she had put you in before an answer formed, looking around the little room for a clock or something that would indicate a time.
Alcina got out of the bunk with some difficulty and sat back down on the bench, giving herself a little more leg room. You looked out the window at the sunkissed sunrise over the Romanian countryside, the train felt like it was going so slow, but in reality, it was moving quicker than you could even fathom. You looked back to your mistress, catching her gaze upon you. A mixture of indearment and lust, causing your thighs to tremble. She kept you in the lustful silence for only a moment before opening her perfect mouth to speak.
"I would say it's about five, wouldn't you agree?" You nodded blindly, not breaking eye contact.
"Yes, from the look of the sun's position, I would say that a fair assumptio-" Alcina cut you off with a wave of her hand and pointed to the wall above your head, a small but working clock hung reading five past six am.
"You don't wake up this early; you must have had a nightmare or couldn't stay asleep because you wanted to execute your naughty plan. Now, which was it?" Confused at her curiosity, you just blinked dumbly at her, trying to take in her request. Did you tell her that you had wanted to do that to her since the beginning of time? The number of times you had awoken in the night and had to restrain yourself once seeing her panties from underneath her nightdress?
"Well, it's the not being home and in our bed and that I might just like you in every way. Including in sleep-" She seemed flattered by your honesty and watched in delight as she crossed her legs and squeezed them together. She only did that when containing the purring pussy from giving up her arousal.
She swore under her breath but continued like the powerful goddess she was. "You are easily unsettled, aren't you, baby doll." She cooed softly, edging herself closer to you. The pressure of the room felt thick.
"Well, having you always helps-" Your face crimson from her flamboyant advances, needy to receive what she would give you. But the familiar gruelling giggling picked up from the other side of the wall. You clenched your teeth in frustration, looking to your mistress to see her reaction. She was not as bothered, but for you... the mood was ruined.
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Breakfast on the train was lovely, a dining room big enough to fit all seven of you, and a beautiful selection of food was a nice thing to wake up to. Alcina was not impressed by the coffee and that they did not serve alcohol at eight in the morning. You got the bottle from one of your carry-on luggage and poured her a glass; she calmed soon after and spared the lives on board.
"Big D, did you sleep well? I didn't think the beds would be able to hold you, let alone both of you." Angie began the breakfast conversation. Alcina's face looked somewhat unsettled, and Donna looked mortified.
"I'm not even going to give you an answer, puppet." She hissed back.
"Ok, what she said was uncalled for, but Alci, we talked about the puppet thing!" Donna covered Angie's ears and continued, "even though she is made from wood and string, she is still a person; she talks and has feelings, Alcina. For me?" The big dark eyes made Alcina fold, and she gave a big sigh. Taking a sip of her wine, she leaned back and held your thigh for support.
Donna released Angie from her prison and scoffed a whole croissant into her wooden trap.
"You don't eat food?! I was going to eat that!" Cassandra whined; Angie attempted to stick her tongue out at her but realised she didn't have one.
"Cass, just have mine." You placed the croissants you had on your plate to her, avoiding dropping breadcrumbs on the table. Cassandra's face lit up, and she thanked you. It was better than eating the thing in the first place. You looked to catch Alcina's smile on her lips, your stomach fluttered with butterflies and felt the pressure increase on your thigh.
"Mummy, how much longer have we got? I'm actually so bored I can't eat." Daniela groaned; she had been very quite all meal, indicating that she really was struggling.
"We have only have an hour left, Dani; hang in there," Bela said, pulling her face away from the book she was reading; she was trying to beat a personal best by reading a book with over five hundred pages in less than seven hours, and so far she was about four hundred in. Only an hour to go.
"I need fresh air! And a walk or a-"
"Daniela, the space and the lack of things to do has impacted all of us. I'm sorry you are out of entertainment, but darling as Bela said, there is only an hour left. Paint something or read, hell even play tea party with Angie." Alcina said in a sweet and sarcastic manner.
"You know what? Angie, let's play tea party." And so it began. The hour from hell that would test your inner strength in every single way possible.
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Freedom was short lived but breathing in the crisp county air was a feeling of its own. Daniela practically jumped off the train. She felt the light breeze and looked at her mum.
"Ah, the nostalgia." Alcina smiled, she held Cassandra in her arms along with her hand bag. Cassandra was feeling tired and after not being able to sleep.
"It's just as beautiful as you said it was, Alcina!" Donna exclaimed, she looked around excitedly and stimming sweetly. Angie on her shoulders, surveying her surroundings, pretending to be some spy for House Beneviento.
"Mummy?!" Daniela screeched in delight as she frolicked in the grass so happy to be outside and in the sunshine after being constricted to a room on a train for hours at a time.
"I see you, firefly." Alcina chuckled,
"The agony is that she is going to be constricted in a carriage in about fifteen minutes." You looked at her then back at your beloved.
"We will deal with that when it comes to it, dear," Alcina spoke softly; she kissed Cassandra's cheek and moved the huddle off the platform and sat on a bench.
You looked in slight jealousy but kept a smile, Alcina saw you and pulled you next to her, and kissed you passionately, making Cassandra retch in disgust. "Only a little longer, my dove." She winked at you making your insides flutter. She was indicating at the four poster bed and silk sheets and the toys that were in your luggage.
"Carriage is here!" Donna yelled, trying to collect the group in an orderly fashion.
"Wait, what?!" Daniela screeched,
"Darling, only twenty minutes, then you are free to explore and unpack. I promise it won't be as bad as it sounds, there is a big garden and a lake and you will be able to see it all." Alcina soothed; Daniela relaxed a little and ran to her mother, taking hold of her dress and resting her head on her hip.
"Fine, mummy," The carriage was organised in Alcina by the window on the right facing forward as she got travel sick, being shipped around to meetings and going to Mother Miranda's church. She had learned that the earliest what for her to travel comfortably was to do it her way.
You were placed next opposite Alcina oddly enough, due to Daniela needing her mum. Bela had been completely swamped with her book and had hardly spoken to anyone, just turning the pages and either smiling or grimacing at what she read.
"Bela, sweetheart?" Donna tapped her arm,
"Mhm," She replied,
"Are you nearly done? I have theories I want to discuss!" She sounded so excited as she, too, was an utter book obsessive and loved to branch ideas of things that didn't make sense. But when it came to the romance ideology, she would ultimately tap out. Asexual life.
"Nearly, Aunty Donna, thirty pages to go, then I'm all yours," Bela replied, not looking up.
"You darn bookworms bore me to death," Angie grumbled; Donna stared daggers at her. "Donna, your looks will do nothing to change my opinion." This gifted her a swift elbow to her wooden side.
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You looked out the window and were greeted with a Manor House fit for royalty. You were in awe of the house in all its glory, the assets of its Dimitrescu luxury. You looked into Alcinas eyes watching as her golden orbs lit up when she saw the build. Your heart just melted how excited she was. It was at this moment you realised just how much her emotions meant too.
She was your everything. Your world. Your heart.
"Wow, mum, this really is our family house, isn't it," Bela said; the book finished she was ready to socialise.
"I can just feel the red drapes from here," Cassandra replied; Alcina wasn't so pleased by this.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Alcina's tone was thin and sarcastic; Donna had to hold Angie so she wouldn't say anything that would edge Alcina's aggravation before the holiday had even started.
"Nothing Alci-" Donna stuttered.
"Honestly, my interior design preferences can't be judged because of my childhood holiday home," she huffed; Daniela chuckled at this.
The carriage stopped, and everyone got out, Daniela leaping out and stretching her legs. You followed in close pursuit, practically moaning with the fresh air and space to move again, it was a feeling of relief you embodied whole as the anticipation of the bedroom slipped back into your perverted mind.
Alcina stepped out in all her glory, letting her limbs relax and to take up the amount of space she truly needed. She looked around, counting heads as she went, her babies and one girlfriend, sister and puppet thing. In total, six.
She routed around in her handbag and retrieved an old looking key that had been lying on her key chain for longer than you had been alive.
"Mummy, does the house have cages?" Cassandra asked innocently,
"No dear, we will have packaged blood with us shortly, along with our luggage." Alcina hummed, unlocking the door in a way to build the suspense for those around her. You let her get excited and milk the hell out of the whole experience because, first, you loved seeing her so happy and second. She had taken the liberty and effort to get you all here and shoehorned a little time out of her hectic life and brung her family to enjoy her nostalgia that no one but her understood.
The awning that covered the entry was made out of cobblestone and brick, giving a lovely dusty red outside, pebble drive and stone columns for depth. It was a masterpiece for its time and was to be seen as a piece of art. Ignoring the pasty white wallpaper in the entry hall that had definitely seen better days.
"It looked better last time I was here-" Alcina muttered, trying to keep the happiness alive in her own soul, trying not to be crushed by the disappointment of her own expectations. You squeezed her hand and smiled up at her with a reassuring beam.
"It has character," you said,
"It has history!" Bela added,
"I like it," Daniela chiored,
"It smells like feet," Angie chimed.
You all looked at her with angered gazes and then moved to Alcina, her fists clenched but her face as perfect as always. "If the smell is a bother, you can sleep outside." You held back laughter as Angie's wooden face fell.
"Wait-" she mumbled,
"Oh, what's what?" Alcina smirked, feeling the power in her hands once more.
"Nothing, Ma'am," Angie scowled. You were secretly enjoying your Mistress's use of power and took your place just above her hip. It was so clear how in love you were, the consent touching and staring in both lustful and romantic gazes. The girls would complain, but you both just shrugged and smiled.
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As Bela was the eldest daughter, she got to pick whatever room she liked resides, the master bedroom and the guest suite where Donna and Angie would be staying in.
Bela chose the room that faced the big lake with a window seat and red drapes pulled back by a golden chain. Her bed was a small four poster queen sized and covered in pale pink and white fabric and blankets. A reading nook in the corner with ED embroidered on the little overhang that made the room come together.
"This was my sister Beatrice's room. Good choice, dear." Alcina said softly, gazing over the room that she used to play in as a child, Mother Miranda had ridden most of her memories but some just came to her as if in a dream. You saw her with a mixture of joy and sadness mix on her face. She needed this time. Time to commemorate those she had lost in the life before her rebirth. She told me times were all about war or upcoming preparations to prevent or fight back. But the smaller Eastern European countries are already led by corruption and communism. Was no way to live. She told the most heartbreaking and exciting stories; you could listen to her talk for hours as she wrote away or typed on her typewriter. You on her thigh or cradled by her chest or at the little stool she had for you when you had work to get done. She would often curse Mother Miranda when a good story she had remembered lost important puzzle pieces along the way.
Cassandra chose the turret bedroom that was slightly smaller than Bela's but it was perfect, the walls a dark off grey and the bed of the same make, just with black and white bedding. The balcony could be accessed at three points around the room. Dead flowers hung weirdly in the outside plant pots, their contents almost ash. The wardrobe was black mahogany, large and stunning. The light from the window hit off the doors of the closet with a colourful refraction. At the desk on the other side had a notebook with CD on it.
"Mummy, it's me!" Cassandra pointed in delight; Alcina kept the same solum but a kind face.
"No dear. That was my other sister Cătălina Dimitrescu, your non-living aunty." Alcina bent down and entered the room, picking up the notebook and looking inside. "Her handwriting is still intact-." A tear of joy and confusion rolled down her cheek as she embraced Cassandra. "She would have loved you, dear."
"Im sure she was great, Mum." Cass nuzzled into her mother, Alcina amiled weakly and kissted the top of her head. Cassandra buzzed at the affection. "Mummy is there a reason our initials match your sisters?" Cass asked innocently.
Alcina stared out the window and clutched the notebook to her chest. "Well dear as I was the eldest sister my name was chosen to be Alcina, then second born was Beatrice third was Cătălina and finally Diane. So when I had you I decided to keep the tradition so as Bela is the first born, then I named you Cassandra as you where second born then of course my third and last child Daniela. I kept the game going through my blood line.
You listened intently and walked over slowly, wanting to picture the moment of bonding between Cassandra and her Mother.
"Cassandra, draga mea, du-te și găsește-ți surorile și adu-le în sufragerie. Ok licurici?" Alcina patted Cass on the head, and with that Cassandra shifted to her many fly forms and left the room.
Daniela was supposed to pick a room but instead of taking her stuff and unpacking, she had been running around the grounds, ran through the fountain centre piece and sniffing each and every rose in the garden. Alcina entered the dining room and inhaled deeply; it was a gorgeous rooms lit up by French windows and a double door to the gardens.
The red floral drapes were also in this room; they actually framed it well and gave it character. You looked up at Alcina, she hadn't been very talkative to you all day and you felt like you had done something wrong. You caught your beloved's gaze and melted in her golden eyes.
"Alcina-" you say in a mouse voice,
"Yes, my darling girl?" She leaned herself on the dining room table and stretched her arms out wide for you. You jumped into her embrace and took in her scent; she let her nose travel and hit your mark. The symbol that kept you together as a sanctuary of your devotion to each other.
"I..." You didn't have to speak for her to understand; she moved you onto her lap and wrapped one arm around you. She used the other to move the stray hairs on your face behind your ears.
She looked so incredibly beautiful... like always.
"Iubirea mea prețioasă, it's been a long day, I know. Change and movement, and sitting endlessly without the comfort of home. I promise you draga after a nice warm bath and when everything is unpacked, you will be able to explore and enjoy all the Dimitrescu Manor can offer." You smiled; she was right. Always was. She had this deep sense of wisdom that followed her manner and charm.
"You're just stressed; a bath with you and I will be right as rain." You let your head flop on her shoulder and she took you with no effort at all.
"My pet-" She cooed, letting you feel the vibration in her chest as she spoke; her voice and scent mixed with her touch were all you needed to feel safe and sure.
"The girls will be here soon, I hope; then I can lay out the plan for tomorrow and to make sure they are not on the master bedroom floor." She was doing the talk that was meant in her head but processed aloud. She just held you and swayed with her thoughts.
"Mama?" A familiar little voice, Alcina, awakening from her trance and turned around and stood up, putting you down slowly on the floor.
"Daniela, how did you manage to get this dirty?!" Alcina ran to her baby redhead, whose face that was once covered in dry human blood found fresh kill, but not one of a human. It had a different stench.
"Mama, I caught dinner!!" She smiled broadly, exposing her baby fangs. Alcina smiled her warmly motherly smile, that smile that was so precious but poked envy into your angered veins.
"Did you now?" She chuckled, and the other two soon appeared; Cassandra was also muddy and dirty with a bird in her mouth. It was not alive due to Cass's fang being right on its jugular neck vein. Bela had mud around the rim of the dress and some on her sleeves but other than that was decent, blood dripping off her chin.
"Seems like you all have been getting acquainted with the space-" You chuckled, trying to hold back laughter purely at the sight of her face. Alcina was a mixture of disgusted, proud and confused.
"Yes, that's good and all but may you all acquaint yourself with the bathing facilities!!" Alcina couldn't help but smirk at their faces knowing they would have to be cleaned of all their hard, dirty work.
"But Mum-" Bela whined,
"No buts, young lady! Up you go and don't leave until you smell of the rose garden, not the manure to make to grow." Bela sighed in defeat. But a wicked little grin grew across her face and brought all the children together and into a buzzing swarm.
Once they had finished, they returned to their human form; they all had the same wicked grin. Alcina looked at you and you looked back with panic written all over your face.
"FAMILY HUG!!!" All the girls screamed in unison, charging towards you. You were frozen and didn't know what to do; Alcina hoisted you before the main attack meaning the three girls were unable to rub their muddy and bloody selves on.
"Mama, no fair!!!" Daniela huffed, the other girls whining and pouting at the height and saying that you were family now, so you had to suffer the consequences.
"Darlings, any other day, I would let go right ahead but Y/n will be having a bath with me later and I don't want her to shower before hand," Alcina smirked as all three girls slinked off to their bedrooms on suite bathrooms.
"Well- that was something," you giggled. Getting lowered from Alcina's shoulders onto the dining room table.
"Well, this dress is now ruined," Alcina said in a surprisingly tranquil tone.
"Get the zip, would you love?" You looked at her, then at her dress. No matter how many times you saw her body and pleasured her, it was still new and thrilling and a turn on.
"Of course, Alcina!" You sounded shrill; it was so obvious you were overwhelmed by her but wanted more. So so much more.
You stood on the table and grabbed the zip, pinching it down, revealing her back. Her perfect body makes your heat pulse. She was in complete control of you and your actions. Pulling down her sleeves, she slinked out of her dress and shimmied out of it until she was standing in just her bra and underwear. You stood there breathless and in a state of desperation.
"Please- I need you..." You muster, catching Alcina's gaze was the final straw, and your panties had to pay the price. *Sniff sniff*. She smirked when she was met with your pathetic little stance on the table, pussy juices over flowing and going through the material of your underwear and done your leg.
She could smell your wetness from miles away, yet she stayed poised. Looking down at you and bending down to your ear. "Undress slut. Show me the mess you made." Your body shuddered, and your pussy convulsed, and you could feel yourself becoming restless and even feral.
You started to undress in front of her; she watched as you unbuttoned your blouse and skirt. "Alci-" She cut you off with a harsh slap to the face, then another on your clit, making you yelp like a pathetic puppy.
"You know my name, baby. What do you call me?" She leaned over you, taking the small of your back into her hand, and pushed you closer to her cleavage. You moaned into her skin, gaining another spank on your ass.
"Don't make me ask again." She spoke sternly but sexy.
"Mistress- I call you Mistress." She chuckled in satisfaction. Taking a hold of your throat and squeezing. Your pussy was uncontainable, and you would die without her.
"Oh Draga mea, that's right, don't you look like such a pathetic whore, dripping on my dining room table." She laughed as she sliced your underwear off, the pool of wetness that followed.
You gasped at the cold feeling that met your folds, you panted and cried but nothing worked.
"Your pussy is so warm I wanted to cool it down. But now you're shivering." You brainlessly began to move up and down on her claw. The sharp point was so close to your centre but never touching you.
"That's it, pet, grind on your Mistress's claws and see how wet you can make me... I will reward your little one and I know just how much you want to give; please me." She spoke with her deep dominatrix voice, just causing you to lose the remainder of your sanity. She had taken it all and held it in the palm of her hand. She stopped you for a moment, turning you so she could see your face as you rode her claws. Her cold, long and deadly claws.
Once in the position, she pushed you down in the middle so you had plenty of space to move; she just watched you intently, wholly consumed with watching the girl whose heart and soul she controlled. You were all hers. Owned and, at the same time, loved.
With every thrust you made, the closer your climax came. Alcina could feel your desperation and tightened her grip on you. She made you look at her for the entire thing, just watching you coming undone and wet her deadly weapons with your lovemaking. She began to get her own tinges and pressed her cunt against wherever it could reach to revive the friction.
"MISTRESS-" You yell; the orgasm came at full force and you wanted to feel it all; you had worked too hard to let it just go to waste.
"You are allowed to cum, darling," with that, you let all the pressure unleash and began to shake and tremble from the strength. Alcina rubbed your clit to help you through the process; you were still riding until you collapsed on the table, tits pressed on the wood and on Alcina.
"Now, what do you say after you cum, hmm?" She growled,
"Thank you, thank you. Thank you." You mumbled, looking back into her eyes, happy to see her smiling down at you.
"That's my good girl~." You dripped at her words, your hunger for her so raw and embedded deep inside you. You looked at her with a pleasing look, then down to her panties. Delighted when you saw the wetness patch on her crotch. She purred into your ear, "you still want more, don't you? Turn over onto your back and take a deep breath." Your face lit up, and you did as she asked.
She climbed onto the table and positioned you between her thighs, and let you move her underwear to the side; a drip of wetness fell on your lips, just feeding your internal hunger for you.
"You're so wet-" You stuttered, she slapped your cunt hard making you moan out loud.
"I just watched my pet cum- of course I'm aroused." She stated, you bit your lip and reached for her thighs. You pulled and pleaded, having tasted one drop of her juice had made you into a feral beast wanting to have the taste right from the source. "So desprate for me aren't you, mica mea târfă." She growled.
"Yes, please let me taste you," Your pathetic whimpers won her over and she sat down comfortably on your face. Her core pulsing on your tongue and as you moved the string of whimers followed.
You let your arms hold your mistress in place so she would move, your tongue separated her folds and let you go up and down collecting all her juice. Swallowing all of it with bliss. Suckling on her clit make her knees buckle and she collapsed and had to prop herself with her arms on the table.
"God yes-" She trembled, "Y/N right there you slut-" her voice shook the more you pleausred her making you even more encouraged. The lack of oxygen didn't bother you but turned you on, watching your mistress unfold right ubove you did things to you that you couldn't explain.
There came a point when fucking Alcina Dimitresuc when she would forget her english and result to moaning and begging in her native tongue, most of which you could understand by now as you had been fucking her for some time now. It excited you for some reason when her accent thickened, almost like you fucked her so good it slipped her mind. Then at the end she couldn't speak at all and would result to the animal that claimed her insides and show a side of her completely absorbed by the pleaurue it scared you into a place of ecstasy.
Alcina moaned loudly as you pumped your tongue inside her pussy before she begged, "te rog, freacă-mi clitorisul și dă-mă dracu' cu limba ta-." With that you took one hand off her thigh and began to rub her hard bud.
"OH, LA NAIBA," She screamed, you were sure the whole mannor had heared her meaning you were in the right spot. She soon began to ride your tongue and move with your fingers, her breasts moving with her making a clapping noise until she convulsed and squirted all over you. She truly needed that relise and panted after you road out her orgasam to its true peek, you relaxed your mouth and licked up all her juices but kept your hand going on her clit until she hit her clitoral climax hearing the the deapths of her moaning. She was such a wonderfully loud lover it made you feel so powerful.
Once you knew she was fully satisfied you took a breath, going limp with your knees hanging over the table.
Alcina body shook and you smiled, she took one step off the tabe and was on the floor and was shaky upright. You looked up at her and was greatest with the most passionate kiss you could have asked for, pushing you back onto the table she kissed you and you kissed back greatfully.
She pulled away and you whined breathlessly; she moved her fangs down your neck and hit her mark, your body thrusted and moved to the side, wanting to feel her inside and drinking your blood.
"Such a good girl, aren't you?" She chuckled,
"For you mistress- and only you," feeling her hot breath on your neck and the need for her mark made you whimper, just the way she liked her prey. Vulnrable and needy.
Her teeth bit into your flesh and her fangs extended through your skin until it hit the veins, she drank your blood with a satisfied huff, and when she was done, she pulled out, leaving no blood behind and kissed your mark. You loved how she showed her love even when she was in her dominant head space, leaving her remaining lipstick on your neck and face.
"You were amazing my love," she smiled, pulling you into her arms and covering your naked body with hers, pressing you against her chest so you could feel her heartbeat as she brought you up the stairs.
"I love you." You said weakly,
"I love you too dove," She replied and kissed your temple, her secure hold on you making you feel so safe, your body concealed from everyone else other than her, you truly were hers in every way.
"Alcina?"
"Yes darling?"
"Are you mine as much as I am yours?" You looked up at your mistress and met her warm gaze.
"Yes dear. Your heart is mine as much as mine is yours. I love you with a passion only true soulmates could muster. But with that in a term of our relationship I am your mistress and you are my submissive." Your heart swelled and you nuzzled deeper into her hold.
"Did that make you happy darling?" She smiled and laughed with her chest, the vibrations she gave off putting you in a place of total calm.
"You know it did Alci- you make me so happy." You felt her heart pick up its rhythm, and you kissed her chest.
"Oh my little mate, you make me very happy too." She got to the location she had been heading to and opened the door. You huddled in her arms and looked out over her arm. A gorgeous master bedroom with the four poster bed she had promised would be there stood firm. It was different that home but looked magnificent.
"Wow." You where speechless as you took it all in.
"It is rather magical, isn't it? This was my parents growing up but now its mine." She said with a bitter hint. You gave her a knowing squeeze,
"You can make new memories with people who love you and forget they ever existed," you felt her squeeze back.
"Yes, you're right, my wise baby aren't you. Now I'm sure the maids have unpacked for us so I will get us some clothes, and you run us a shower." You nodded and went to the bathroom and admired its beauty. No naked woman or bathtub that filled with blood, but it was beautiful.
You looked in the mirror and saw blood dripping from the fresh mark and smiled.
You were hers.
(Day 2)
The morning was lovely as usual. Early morning tea served bedside in scilece and left at the end of the bed, you had already awoken and thank the ladies, they left and it was just you and your sleepy princess. She always looked groggy first think in the morning, you knew her insecurities that she hid under her well known make up. It was crucial that made is working, did not make eye contact before 8 am. Severe punishments were provided to those trying to take a peak at Lady Dimirescu.
Once everyone had left the room and your mistress could breathe. You walked to her bedside and sat down on the end, stroking her curled ebony hair soft skin. You watched your mistress grumble and sit herself, rubbing hers eyes and looking and the clock. You had woken her a little early so she could enjoy her blood mixered tea and cuddles in bed until the daughters woke up. You did everything in comfortable scilece after Good morning and I love you had been shared between you both. You had wrapped yourself into one of many dressing gowns and then went to the tea trolly and made two glasses of blood tea. She sat next to you on the orrerman that lay at the end of the main bed. You passed her the cup of tea and you saw a light in your beloveds eyes that you had only seen when she was happy. Truely happy. Her eyes before towards me and her daughters looked with kind and loveing, but that morning there was this glow mixed with her gorgeous honey eyes.
Peace. Your dearest Alcina was relaxed and in touch with her innerself.
You took a sip of your tea and shuddering not realising how thirsty for blood you had been. Alcina chuckled tiredly and took her glass drinking her blood tea, purring in delight. She then leaned her head on your shoulder and kissed your neck. This was not to arouse you but to comfort the both of you. She pointed to things outside in the gardens and the little memories that would pop up and a smile would appear over her face. Your heart melted at this, a little couple of minutes peace in the morning. You finished your tea and felt energy flow through. You placed your empty glass back on the tray and leaned over and kissed your beloveds lips. She looked up at you and took your hand, still so much bigger than yours.
"Darling. You're leaving me?" She said in a tired pout.
"My dear I have worked out a plan that will work, I am going to get the girls up and ready, maybe go for a little explore in the gardens so you can take your time with your makeup and we will all go to the dining room for breakfast without chaos." Alcina smiled broadly,
"My dear pet, you are so good to me, I will need at least an hour? Or-" Suprisingly you cut her off.
"Alcina an hour is what then an hour is what you get! I will see you soon my one true." Alcina was stunned to see you so determined for her to relax and her heart fluttered and had moths in her tummy.
You blew a kiss for her before you closed the door. Once out the door, it was your job to keep the kids in line till breakfast. Dressed in one of your mistress's dressing gown that was clearly too big for you but slippers that fit fine. You marched down stairs and into the main hall and called them all. Not even seconds pass before swarms of flies appeared and then morphed into three separate children in a line. You told them the plan and all loved the idea, you walked out first and checked the temperature, came back inside and asked them to put on a hoody just to be safe. Once that was sorted, you opened the big french doors and set the girls free to shake there sillies out. Daniela and Cassandra dove straight in and began playfighting on the soft grass area. Zoned out you awoke to a tap on the shoulder. Bela was just taller than you, but technically her age froze at seventeen. You gained eye contact and looked at her warmly.
"Y/n, can I talk to you?" She whispered, knowing how good her sister's hearing was.
"Yes, of course kiddo; what's up? " You reply in the same whisper while also keeping an eye on Daniela and Cassandra. Bela sat down next to you and turned to face you.
"You're frozen to be nineteen forever right after your transition to the mutation. You are also hopefully become my step mum soon but you are the closest person in age I have to talk to, so I was wondering if before bed you come into my room and we could- read together and talk about girl problems-" You cut her off with a massive hug and a tear rolling down your cheek.
"Bela, no matter what other titles I may be given in the future, I would love to hang out and chat about music and good lesbian romance books and read too! And girl problems are my speciality." You said this in a calm manner, but inside, you felt like your heart was about to explode with emotions you didn't understand.
Bela hugged back, and you felt tears of her own fall onto the back of your neck.
~~(breakfast time/An hour has gone past.)~~
Donna had slept in a little with Angie and walked into the dining room looking relaxed; Donna was wearing her fluffy black onesie with a hood, and she had made a matching set for Angie, which looked rather adorable. Donna sat at the end of the table with Angie in her highchair, waking the sleep from her wooden face. Alcina sat opposite Donna at the other head of the table. You were sat on her right, and Bela sat opposite you; next to Bela was Cassandra, and then across was Daniela. Once you were all seated and settled, Alcina began to go over the plans of the day, saying that she wanted to have a very relaxed and family bonding type of day. She said she has some photo memories of things she would do with her sisters in the castle when she was here, fuzzy photos but essential none the less. So monopoly, card games, painting and drawing, sewing and exploring all the grounds had to offer.
Everyone agreed and didn't put up a fuss; everyone was exhausted from the trip and sitting in the massive living room surrounded by natural light and looking on into the breath taking views. No one also complained because no one had ever seen Alcina so relaxed, and as Donna pointed out, the typical crutches she turned to on the daily multiple times. At home, she would smoke a packet of her cigarettes and, on a bad day, even two, but here she had lit one and left it in the ash tray and took the occasional puff so she didn't go into nicotine withdrawal.
Once the meal had ended, everyone headed into the living room; Alcina sat herself in her father's armchair and placed her barely touched glass of wine on the side table along with her cigarette and ash tray. She patted her thigh and looked at you in a way that made your insides melt; walking over to her and she lifted you onto her lap. All three daughters began to have a minny squabble about what game should be played first. Donna despised any type of conflict and showed the girls a magical three sided coin; it wasn't normal Romanina lev but something of her own creation. The girls ceased their bickering and looked at their Aunt Donna like expectant kittens. Alcina's eyes kept the same glow as they did when she woke up; she was so happy, and in her presence and embrace, it was hard to feel anything other than calm and joy. Your beloved wrapped her arm around your waist and snuggled her face in your neck so she could see the entertainment. You knew she was the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and as she was so happy- This holiday would be a great place to purpose. But you had to keep hush about your plan as you needed Donna on board.
"How does it work, Auntie Donna?" Daniela asked pupils dilated as she stared at the intriguing triangular coin. You squinted a little and saw a face you were not expecting. Mother Miranda. Well, I suppose it makes sense for a woman worshipped by a whole village as the Priestess; of course, she would be on some weird currency. Donna enjoying the attention from all three of her neices and spun the dice on the table.
"Whichever of you get your Grandma Miranda you get to choose what game we play first." All the girls agreed to these terms and watched as Donna picked up the dice and spun it with the accrucy of a surgon. It spun round and round, the girls buzzing when the glimmer of the portrait ingraved into this coin shone there way. Until the movements became slower and it settled on Bela, her face lit up and grabbed the coin and hopped to Alcina.
"Mother where do you keep the games?" Alcina smiled warmly and pointed to the cabinate in the corner of the room.
"What game are you picking Bela?" Daniela asked,
"Cards. I want to play Black Jack!" Alcina smirked, in her youth she played around in the music business as her voice was so incredible it would be criminal of her not to do anything with it, and gambling was one of the star life's top things in there mind. Not even about the possible debt or press cover on famous gambling addicts but if you didn't appear atall and had a little fun you might as well have called your career quits. It was a tough croud to please the 1927 crowds. Not only because of the recovery of the Great war and the talk of another war being in discution meaning entertainment had to take peoples minds to a place when things where simple.
"Good choice sweetheart," Alcina got you on your feet and joined the group on the sofas with a beautiful coffee table in between. Alcina sat herself down and watched as Bela held the pack of old cards triumphantly in her hand. Angie who was oddly not sitting on Donna's lap had been playing with her tea set in the other corner by the window, but the activity had attracted her from her deep and complex tea party with herself.
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You played so many games that morning with plenty of laughter, and witty comments from all angles, bets places both won and lost even though Alcina had strictly forbidden any type of gambling under her roofs. The girls protested that it was harmless fun, but they knew it was just as useless to argue with a brick wall because neither of them would budge from begging.
Lunch was served at two in the afternoon and was just the same as being at home, a bloody banquette for three growing children and a bloodthirsty woman. The chefs who had been hired to cater for your family were given the finest ingredients to work with, a lot from Lady Dimitrescu herself. But it would be their first time working with the fine cut of the virgin breast. One of the more fatty cuts of meat but flavorful non the less.
One passed out when she walked into the freezer and saw a girl strung up like livestock about the same age as her, intestines separated from her meat and insides exposed and frosted from the cold. Alcina excepted that for a human first time dealing with her kind that she gave her a second chance, and if she messed it up, she would join the girl in the freezer.
After that, there were no more incidences of staff not doing as they were told or acting weird around your way of life.
You had gotten used to the textures of human flesh and rather liked it now; it was a part of your journey in your mutation to expect your dietary needs to change significantly due to the fact you needed different amounts of proteins and iron to keep up with your rapidly altering immune system.
You ended the day with a quick garden walk with the girls wrapped up warmly, they complained of being hot, but Alcina wouldn't take any chances of the cold affecting them.
"The night breeze is different to those during the summer day, my dears," She smiled and cooed at their angry faces. You did feel bad that they had to sweat under all their layers because their mother was petrified of something going wrong and ending things in a bad way. She had all right to be worried, but the hats did over do it a little.
After that, it was baths and bedtime stories. Alcina always read to her babies before they went to bed as she remembered her parents barely acknowledging her existence unless it benefitted them, so she did everything in her power to make sure her daughters knew that their mommy loved them very much and wanted to spend time with them. Teach them what they needed to know for the hard world out there and how proud she was of each of them. This just stabbed tiny toothpick sized daggers into your heart watching these kids smothered with more love than they knew what to do with, and you would always feel extremely guilty knowing it wasn't their fault you had a shit upbringing.
Stories read, and fangs brushed, Alcina would tuck them into bed herself and spend about five minutes with each daughter saying goodnight and expressing her love. Looking on in a confused way, trying not to feel the envy as you loved the kids to death.
Alcina came back to you and shut the bedroom door, undressing herself and getting ready for bed; she looked over at you and your unmasked face. She was puzzled and had a worried pout across her laugh lines. She sat next to you with no bra and a pair of panties, nightdress in hand.
"Why the face, my little mate," Her voice was like an angel, and you sighed deeply,
"Alcina, you are a great mother. I just get jealous seeing parenting done in a way I could have only dreamed about, but I love to see it at the same time- I just don't know how to feel sometimes." A wash of understanding calmed her face and returned the calm Alcina you loved so dearly.
"Baby girl, your parents didn't raise you the way they should, and neither did mine. I just see my children as a second chance to show how kindness and unconditional love can raise wonderful and less broken people. I want you to be able to do that too, my babies need an extra figurehead of authority in their life, and you are perfect!" You smiled weakly and nodded your head; maybe it would ease your emotions to give the connection and attention you craved as a child into your own step children.
You slept peacefully that night, laying where you always did, pressed tight against your beloved's chest above her heart and sleeping to the rhythm of her breathing. The sounds only she could provide and bring comfort to your whole body and soul. Completely relaxed and weak in her arms.